D. Simone Quotes
... to adapt one's outlook to another person's salvation is the surest and quickest way of losing him.
If you haven't been happy very young, you can still be happy later on, but it's much harder. You need more luck.
Old age is better for women than for men. First of all, they have less far to fall, since their lives are more mediocre than those of most men.
A writer is hoisted up onto a pedestal only to scrutinize him more closely and conclude that it was a mistake to put him up there in the first place.
Christianity gave eroticism its savor of sin and legend when it endowed the human female with a soul.
Work would be terribly boring if one did not play the game all out, passionately.
Women's mutual understanding comes from the fact that they identify themselves with each other; but for the same reason each is against the others.
Woman is determined not by her hormones or by mysterious instincts, but by the manner in which her body and her relation to the world are modified through the action of others than herself.
I was very fond of Lagneau’s phrase: “I have no comfort but in my absolute despair.
In truth we need to change the society itself, men as well as women, to change everything.
Americans are nature-lovers: but they only admit of nature proofed and corrected by man.
Dwelling-place and food are useful for life but give it no significance: the immediate goals of the housekeeper are only means, not true ends.
At bottom, antipsychiatry is still psychiatry. And it doesn't really address itself to women's problems.
If the writer is a woman, feminist or not, it will give the language something that it would not have if it had been used by a man.
Indeed, there is nothing more arbitrary than intervening as a stranger in a destiny which is not ours.
The arrogance of some Christians would close heaven to them if, to their misfortune, it existed.
You can't address yourself to women by speaking a language which no average woman will understand. In my opinion, it's wrong.
You once told me that I make you believe in the impossible. You make me believe in love, which I’d given up on. Thank you for proving to me it’s not just a fairy tale.
Every time I break out of what is expected of me and do what feels right, I feel stronger.
I feel so selfish, because I want the best of both worlds. I want to keep the image I've worked so hard to create.
Are you following me?" she asks, but doesn't meet my gaze. "Yeah," I say. "Why?" I give her the only honest and true answer I have. "You're where I want to be.
...there's no rule book or game plan when it comes to the grim realities of our lives.
We need to look back sometimes and realize the past taught us to appreciate our future.
I want a one hundred percent guarantee that they’ll all be fine.” I tell Mrs. Garcia. She pats my knee. “Unfortunately, there are no guarantees in life.
And for those of you who want to start any trouble, I have a zero tolerance policy. . . .
And just so you know for the future, I like my double-chocolate chip cookies warm and soft in the middle...and without magnets glued to them." "Me, too. When you decide to bake me some, let me know.
Do you ever lose the ego?” Westford asks me. “Yeah.” When his daughter kisses me, my ego flies out the window.
Alex probably brings his dates sharp knives as gifts, in case she'll need one when she's out on a date with him.
Man, my girl is one tough chick when she wants to be. I wonder if it has something to do with those big, comfy granny panties she’s got on.
Nothin'," Alex says. "We'll talk later, chica. It's not a big deal." "Don't chica me, Alex," his bride snaps. "I think she's gonna deck him," Ben murmurs, amused.
Paco Fuentes, " Mrs. Peterson says, pointing to the table behind Mary. The handsome young man with pale blue eyes like his mother's and smoky black hair like his father's takes his assigned seat.
