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The only difference between image and idea is thus that in the one case, the expression of the object is confused, and in the other, it is clear. The confusion comes from this: every movement envelops in itself the infinity of the movements of the universe; and the brain receives an infinity of modifications to which only a confused thought can correspond, enveloping the infinity of clear ideas that would correspond to each detail. Clear id..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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This is a plot: I hope he will keep quiet while he looks at them. I dive under the table and push the chest against his patent leather shoes, I put an armload of post cards and photos on his lap: Spain and Spanish Morocco. But I see by his laughing, open look that I have been singularly mistaken in hoping to reduce him to silence. He glances over a view of San Sebastian from Monte Igueldo, sets it cautiously on the table and remains silent ..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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It is an abstract change without object. Am I the one who has changed? (...) 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. This is what has given my life such a jerky, incoherent aspect.
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nausea
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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I feel my hand. I am these two beasts struggling at the end of my arms. My hand scratches one of its paws with the nail of the other paw; I feel its weight on the table which is not me. It's long, long, this impression of weight, it doesn't pass. There is no reason for it to pass. It becomes intolerable ... I draw back my hand and put it in my pocket; but immediately I feel the warmth of my thigh through the stuff. I pull my hand out of m..
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limbs
jean-paul
sartre
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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8a13007
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General ideas are more flattering. And then professionals and even amateurs always end up by being right
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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67c9ce9
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Je n'ai jamais gratte la terre ni quete des nids, je n'ai pas herborise ni lance des pierres aux oiseaux. Mais les livres ont ete mes oiseaux et mes nids, mes betes domestiques, mon etable et ma campagne.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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La mayor parte del tiempo, al no unirse a palabras, mis pensamientos quedan en la niebla. Dibujan formas claras y agradables, se disipan; en seguida las olvido.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Obviously, nothing new has happened in a manner of speaking. This morning, at a quarter past eight, as I was leaving the Hotel Printania to go to the library, I tried to pick up a piece of paper lying on the ground and didn't succeed. That's all, and it isn't even an event. Yes, but, to tell the whole truth, it made a profound impression on me: it occurred to me that I was no longer free.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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He is not one: he is afraid. What is he afraid of? When you want to understand something you stand in front of it, alone, without help: all the past in the world is of no use. Then it disappears and what you wanted to understand disappears with it.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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b86a26e
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Attends. Laisse-moi dire adieu a cette legerete sans tache qui fut la mienne. Laisse-moi dire adieu a ma jeunesse. Il y a des soirs, des soirs de Corinthe ou d'Athenes, pleins de chants et d'odeurs qui ne m'appartiendront plus jamais. Des matins, pleins d'espoir aussi... Allons adieu! adieu! (Il vient vers Electre.) Viens, Electre, regarde notre ville. Elle est la, rouge sous le soleil, bourdonnante d'hommes et de mouches, dans l'engourdiss..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Quand une fois la liberte a explose dans une ame d'homme, les Dieux ne peuvent plus rien contre cet homme-la. Car c'est une affaire d'homme, et c'est aux autres hommes -- a eux seuls -- qu'il appartient de le laisser courir ou de l'etrangler.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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f49b2f8
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Je ne suis ni le maitre ni l'esclave, Jupiter. Je suis ma liberte! A peine m'as-tu cree que j'ai cesse de t'appartenir
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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fe56252
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We were a heap of living creatures, irritated, embarrassed at ourselves, we hadn't the slightest reason to be there, none of us, each one, confused, vaguely alarmed, felt in the way in relation to others. In the way: it was the only relationship I could establish between these, tress, these gates, these stones. . . .
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Las palabras se habian desvanecido, y con ellas la significacion de las cosas, sus modos de empleo, las debiles marcas que los hombres han trazado en su superficie. Estaba sentado, un poco encorvado, cabizbajo, solo frente a aquella masa negra y nudosa, enteramente bruta y que me daba miedo. Y entonces tuve esa iluminacion.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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cdcc943
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wlkfr ythwr `l~ nfsh w`l~ s`dth l~ Hd 'nh yjrd nfsh mn lwsyl@ lty tj`lh ymwt mt`zy
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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The truth is that I can't put down my pen: I think I'm going to have the Nausea and I feel as though I'm delaying it while writing. So I write whatever comes into my mind.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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15c9586
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Thus pleasure itself, also becoming a right, lost its aggressive futility.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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fdbe635
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Existentialism's first move is to make every man aware of what he is and to make the full responsibility of his existence rest on him.
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philosophy
sartre
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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7d671fe
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E]very man ought to say to himself, "Am I really the kind of man who has the right to act in such a way that humanity might guide itself by my actions?"
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philosophy
sartre
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A few seconds more and the Negress will sing. It seems inevitable, so strong is the necessity of this music: nothing can interrupt it, nothing which comes from this time in which the world has fallen; it will stop by itself, as if by order. If I love this beautiful voice it is especially because of that: it is neither for its fulness nor its sadness, rather because it is the event for which so many notes have been preparing, from so far awa..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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9664a3a
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I do not think, therefore I am a moustache.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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I was the beginning, the middle and the end all rolled into one small boy, already old, already dead, here, in the shadows, between the stacks of plates higher than himself, and outside, very far away, in the cast and gloomy sunshine of glory. I was the particle at the beginning of its trajectory and the series of waves which flows back on it after it has struck the terminal buffer. Reassembled and compressed, one hand on my tomb and the ot..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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c8ec7ed
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The sun was clear and diaphanous like white win. Its light barely touched the moving figures, gave them no shadow, no relief: faces and hands made spots of pale gold.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Aunque me quisiera con toda su alma, seria igualmente un amor de muerta.
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decepcion
desapego
pena
nausea
mujeres
tristeza
muerte
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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dbd5294
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What would you expect to find when the muzzle that has silenced the voices of black men is removed?
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literature
black-powder
blackness
french
protest
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Insan, insanlara var olmadiklarini inandirmak icin bir felsefe incelemesine guvenemezdi. Bunun bir eylem olmasi gerekiyordu, gercekten oylesine umutsuz bir eylem ki goruntuleri silsin gotursundu ve dunyanin hicligini gun isigina gostersindi. Bir patlama, kan icinde genc bir beden halinin ustunde, bir kagida yazilmis sozcukler: Kendimi olduruyorum, cunku var degilim. Ve siz de insan kardeslerim, hicsiniz!
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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This feeling of adventure definitely does not come from events: I have proved it. It's rather the way in which the moments are linked together. I think this is what happens: you suddenly feel that time is passing, that each instant leads to another, this one to another one, and so on; that each instant is annihilated, and that it isn't worth while to hold it back, etc., etc. And then you attribute this property to events which appear to you..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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mykhwhyd bh shm bgwym chr z mrg nmytrsyd? chwn hrkhdm z shm fkhr mykhnd mrg bh sr dygry nzl khwhd shd nh bh sr khwdsh. dr yn jng hmh khshth khwhnd shd.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Miagkii svet; liudi sidiat po domam, oni, konechno, tozhe zazhgli lampy. Oni chitaiut ili smotriat v okno na nebo. Dlia nikh... dlia nikh vse inache. Oni sostarilis' po-drugomu. Oni zhivut sredi zaveshchannogo dobra, sredi podarkov, i kazhdyi predmet ikh obstanovki - vospominanie. Kaminnye chasy, medali, portrety, rakushki, press-pap'e, shirmy, shali. Ikh shkafy bitkom nabity butylkami, otrezami, staroi odezhdoi, gazetami - oni sokhranili v..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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But a little while ago I made an experiment with the absolute or the absurd. This root--there was nothing in relation to which it was absurd. Oh, how can I put it in words? Absurd: in relation to the stones, the tufts of yellow grass, the dry mud, the tree, the sky, the green benches. Absurd, irreducible; nothing--not even a profound, secret upheaval of nature--could explain it. Evidently I did not know everything, I had not seen the seeds ..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Anny hasn't changed her letter paper, I wonder if she still buys it at the little stationer's in Piccadilly. I think that she has also kept her coiffure, her heavy blonde locks she didn't want to cut. She must struggle patiently in front of mirrors to save her face: it isn't vanity or fear of growing old; she wants to stay as she is, just as she is. Perhaps this is what I liked best in her, this austere loyalty to her most insignificant fea..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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78d5a2e
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To eat is to appropriate by destruction.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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4866888
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Fascism is not defined by the number of its victims, but by the way it kills them.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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c847a48
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If literature isn't everything, it's not worth a single hour of someone's trouble.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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9436bbe
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She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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1284f51
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I hate victims who respect their executioners.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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1d9e111
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As if there could be true stories: things happen in one way, and we retell them in the opposite way.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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6f6ae3d
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The past is the luxury of proprietors.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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9ea8dae
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Who can exhaust a man? Who knows a man's resources?
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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934d7ec
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For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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08dba61
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All that I know about my life, it seems, I have learned in books.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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77f73bf
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How can I, who was not able to retain my own past, hope to save that of another?
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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04f6732
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Nothingness haunts being.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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9edd7e1
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All human activities are equivalent ... and ... all are on principle doomed to failure.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |