"No
one would take me just as I was, no one loved me; I shall love myself enough, I
thought, to make up for this abandonment by everyone. Formerly, I had been
quite satisfied with myself, but I had taken very little trouble to increase my
self-knowledge; from now on, I would stand outside myself, watch over and
observe myself; in my diary I had long conversations with myself. I was
entering a world whose newness stunned me. I learned to distinguish between
distress and melancholy, lack of emotion and serenity; I learned to recognize
the hesitations of the heart, and its ecstasies, the splendor of great
renunciations, and the subterranean murmurings of hope. I entered into exalted
trances, as on those evenings when I used to gaze upon the sky full of moving clouds
behind the distant blue of the hills; I was both the landscape and its
beholder: I existed only through myself, and for myself… My path was clearly
marked: I had to perfect, enrich and express myself in a work of art that would
help others to live."
-Simone de Beauvoir.
Recuerdo que cuando la descubrí fue como si se abriera todo un mundo, tiene frases míticas.
ResponderEliminarA mí me han entrado muchas ganas de leer el libro del que sale este
Eliminarpárrafo.