A review by trinitymconrad
The Woman Destroyed by Simone de Beauvoir

4.5

“my poor overloaded heart, that no one would know anything about. it terrifies the guts out of me.”

“every night i call him, not him, the other one, the one who loved me. and i wonder whether i shouldn’t prefer it if he were dead. death was a misfortune and that if he were to leave me i should get over it. death was dreadful because it was possible; a divorce was bearable because i could not imagine it. if he were dead i should at least know whom i had lost and who i was myself.”

“i am incapable of wishing that i had never loved him or even wishing that i didn’t love him now: i just wanted him to love me.”

“my life was hurrying, racing tragically toward its end, and yet at the same time it was dripping so slowly. one always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.”