I observed the woman I had been up until then: weak but trying to give the impression of strength. Fearful of everything but telling herself it wasn't fear - it was the wisdom of someone who knew what reality was.

She had a new feeling, the feeling of danger; on which a new remedy rose to meet it, the idea of an inner self or, in other words, of concealment.

Today was a difficult day....  tomorrow will be better

One's life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.

Written By Simone de Beauvoir

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