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I think that is the big danger in keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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b09c14a
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Life is a useless passion.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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c670565
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I dreamed vaguely of killing myself to wipe out at least one of these superfluous lives. But even my death would have been . In the way, my corpse, my blood on these stones, between these plants, at the back of this smiling garden. And the decomposed flesh would have been in the earth which would receive my bones, at last, cleaned, stripped, peeled, proper and clean as teeth, it would have been : I was for eternity.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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But I must finally realize that I am subject to these sudden transformations. The thing is that I rarely think; a crowd of small metamorphoses accumulate in me without my noticing it, and then, one fine day, a veritable revolution takes place.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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dfc031b
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I do not think, therefore I am a moustache
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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ae2977e
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I said to myself, 'I want to die decently'.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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58d858c
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I must be without remorse or regrets as I am without excuse; for from the instant of my upsurge into being, I carry the weight of the world by myself alone without help, engaged in a world for which I bear the whole responsibility without being able, whatever I do, to tear myself away from this responsibility for an instant.
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Jean Paul Sartre |
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0bd6e33
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Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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I looked anxiously around me: the present, nothing but the present. Furniture light and solid, rooted in its present, a table, a bed, a closet with a mirror-and me. the true nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, and all that was not present did not exist. The past did not exist. Not at all. Not in things, not even in my thoughts. It is true that I had realized a long time ago that mine had escaped me. But until then I h..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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What is meant here by saying that existence precedes essence? It means first of all, man exists, turns up, appears on the scene, and, only afterwards, defines himself. If man, as the existentialist conceives him, is indefinable, it is because at first he is nothing. Only afterward will he be something, and he himself will have made what he will be.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Existence is not something which lets itself be thought of from a distance; it must invade you suddenly, master you, weigh heavily on your heart like a great motionless beast - or else there is nothing at all.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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dc9321b
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He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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b3eb665
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I confused things with their names: that is belief.
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names
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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I've dropped out of their hearts like a little sparrow fallen from its nest. So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart - and you'll see how nice I can be.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Objects should not touch because they are not alive. You use them, put them back in place, you live among them: they are useful, nothing more. But they touch me, it is unbearable. I am afraid of being in contact with them as though they were living beasts.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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INEZ: Prove it. Prove it was no dream. It's what one does, and nothing else, that shows the stuff one's made of. GARCIN: I died too soon. I wasn't allowed time to - to do my deeds. INEZ: One always dies too soon - or too late. And yet one's whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are - your life, and nothing else.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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A pale reflection of myself wavers in my consciousness...and suddenly the "I" pales, pales, and fades out."
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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What do we mean by saying that existence precedes essence? We mean that man first of all exists, encounters himself, surges up in the world-and defines himself afterward.
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mankind
existence
humanity
self-awareness
essence
self-definition
classic-quotes
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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She suffers as a miser. She must be miserly with her pleasures, as well. I wonder if sometimes she doesn't wish she were free of this monotonous sorrow, of these mutterings which start as soon as she stops singing, if she doesn't wish to suffer once and for all, to drown herself in despair. In any case, it would be impossible for her: she is bound.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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People. You must love people. Men are admirable. I want to vomit--and suddenly, there it is: the Nausea
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people
vomit
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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ade6226
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I clung to nothing, in a way I was calm. But it was a horrible calm--because of my body; my body, I saw with its eyes, I heard with its ears, but it was no longer me; it sweated and trembled by itself and I didn't recognize it any more.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Most of the time, because of their failure to fasten on to words, my thoughts remain misty and nebulous. They assume vague, amusing shapes and are then swallowed up: I promptly forget them.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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A madman's ravings are absurd in relation to the situation in which he finds himself, but not in relation to his madness.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Get this into your head: if violence were only a thing of the future, if exploitation and oppression never existed on earth, perhaps displays of nonviolence might relieve the conflict. But if the entire regime, even your nonviolent thoughts, is governed by a thousand-year old oppression, your passiveness serves no other purpose but to put you on the side of the oppressors.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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What if something were to happen? What if something suddenly started throbbing? Then they would notice it was there and they'd think their hearts were going to burst. Then what good would their dykes, bulwarks, power houses, furnaces and pile drivers be to them? It can happen any time, perhaps right now: the omens are present. For example, the father of a family might go out for a walk, and, across the street, he'll see something like a red..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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In the state I was in, if someone had come and told me I could go home quietly, that they would leave me my life whole, it would have left me cold: several hours or several years of waiting is all the same when you have lost the illusion of being eternal.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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He walked on in silence, the solitary sound of his footsteps echoing in his head, as in a deserted street, at dawn. His solitude was so complete, beneath a lovely sky as mellow and serene as a good conscience, amid that busy throng, that he was amazed at his own existence; he must be somebody else's nightmare, and whoever it was would certainly awaken soon.
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solitude
philosophy
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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c371f90
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It is the reflection of my face. Often in these lost days I study it: I can understand nothing of this face. The faces of others have some sense, some direction. Not mine. I cannot even decide whether it is handsome or ugly. I think it is ugly because I have been told so. But it doesn't strike me. At heart, I am even shocked that anyone can attribute qualities of this kind to it, as if you called a clod of earth or a block of stone beautifu..
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nausea
jean-paul
sartre
reflection
ugly
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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8e30167
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Then I realized what separated us: what I thought about him could not reach him; it was psychology, the kind they write about in books. But his judgment went through me like a sword and questioned my very right to exist. And it was true, I had always realized it; I hadn't the right to exist. I had appeared by chance, I existed like a stone, a plant or a microbe. My life put out feelers towards small pleasures in every direction. Sometimes i..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.
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existence
life
finality
definition
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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He loves me, he doesn't love my bowels, if they showed him my appendix in a glass he wouldn't recognize it, he's always feeling me, but if they put the glass in his hands he wouldn't touch it, he wouldn't think, "that's hers," you ought to love all of somebody, the esophagus, the liver, the intestines. Maybe we don't love them because we aren't used to them, but if we saw them the way we saw our hands and arms maybe we'd love them; the star..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Something is beginning in order to end: adventure does not let itself be drawn out; it only makes sense when dead. I am drawn, irrevocably, towards this death which is perhaps mine as well. Each instant appears only as part of a sequence. I cling to each instant with all my heart: I know that it is unique, irreplaceable -- and yet I would not raise a finger to stop it from being annihilated. This last moment I am spending -- in Berlin, in L..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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But everything changes when you tell about life; it's a change no one notices: the proof is that people talk about true stories. As if there could possibly be true stories; things happen one way and we tell about them in the opposite sense. You seem to start at the beginning: "It was a fine autumn eveningin 1922." And in reality you have started at the end. It was there, invisible and present, it is the one which gives to words the pomp and..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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I wanted the moments of my life to follow and order themselves like those of a life remembered. You might as well try and catch time by the tail.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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So it comes to this; one doesn't need rest. Why bother about sleep if one isn't sleepy? That stands to reason, doesn't it? Wait a minute, there's a snag somewhere; something disagreeable. Why, now, should it be disagreeable? ...Ah, I see; it's life without a break.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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08c6c69
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There is no reality except in action. Man is nothing else than his plan; he exists only to the extent that he fulfills himself; he is therefore nothing else than the ensemble of his acts, nothing else than his life.
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existentialism
life-philosophy
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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de960a0
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The Nausea has not left me and I don't believe it will leave me so soon; but I no longer have to bear it, it is no longer an illness or a passing fit: it is I.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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There were days when you peered into yourself, into the secret places of your heart, and what you saw there made you faint with horror. And then, next day, you didn't know what to make of it,you couldn't interpret the horror you had glimpsed the day before. Yes, you know what evil costs.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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a2a9169
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I marvel at these young people: drinking their coffee, they tell clear, plausible stories. If they are asked what they did yesterday, they aren't embarrassed: they bring you up to date in a few words. If I were in their place, I'd fall all over myself.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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J'ai commence ma vie comme je la finirai sans doute : au milieu des livres.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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I exist. It's sweet, so sweet, so slow. And light: you'd think it floated all by itself. It stirs. It brushes by me, melts and vanishes. Gently, gently. There is bubbling water in my throat, it caresses me- and now it comes up again into my mouth. For ever I shall have a little pool of whitish water in my mouth - lying low - grazing my tongue. And this pool is still me. And the tongue. And the throat is me.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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da8fcac
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Something has happened to me, I can't doubt it any more. It came as an illness does, not like an ordinary certainty, not like anything evident. It came cunningly, little by little; I felt a little strange, a little put out, that's all. Once established it never moved, it stayed quiet, and I was able to persuade myself that nothing was the matter with me, that it was a false alarm. And now, it's blossoming.
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nausea
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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6212809
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She is rotting quietly under her skirts with a melancholy smile, like the odour of violets given off by a decomposing body.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |