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J'existe, c'est tout.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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It's strange. I felt less lonely when I didn't know you.
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Jean Paul Sartre |
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Your scare me rather. My reflection in the glass never did that; of course, I knew it so well. Like something I had tamed...I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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There is no human nature, since there is no god to conceive it.
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sartre
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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lqym l'khlqy@ GmD@ Gyr mHdd@, wh~ tmtd l~ m l nhy@.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. I exist because I think ... and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment--it's frightful--if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire: the hatred, the disgust of existing, there are as many ways to make myself exist, to thrust myself into existence. Thoughts are born at the back of me, like sudden giddiness..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Thus it amounts to the same thing whether one gets drunk alone or is a leader of nations.
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nihilism
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Where shall I keep mine? You don't put your past in your pocket; you have to have a house. I have only my body: a man entirely alone, with his lonely body, cannot indulge in memories; they pass through him. I shouldn't complain: all I wanted was to be free.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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I live in the past. I take everything that has happened to me and arrange it. From a distance like that, it doesn't do any harm, you'd almost let yourself be caught in it. Our whole story is fairly beautiful. I give it a few prods and it makes a whole string of perfect moments. Then I close my eyes and try to imagine that I'm still living inside it.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I'm going to sleep.
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Jean Paul Sartre |
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My passion was dead. For years it had rolled over and submerged me; now I felt empty. But that wasn't the worst: before me, posed with a sort of indolence, was a voluminous, insipid idea. I did not see clearly what it was, but it sickened me so much I couldn't look at it.
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passion
nausea
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I don't even bother looking for words. It flows in me, more or less quickly. I fix nothing, I let it go. Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up: I forget them almost immediately.
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nausea
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I glance around the room. What a comedy! All these people sitting there, looking serious, eating. No, they aren't eating: they are recuperating in order to successfully finish their tasks. Each one of them has his little personal difficulty which keeps him from noticing that he exists; there isn't one of them who doesn't believe himself indispensable to something or someone. Didn't the Self-Taught Man tell me the other day: "No one better q..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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A man rarely feels like laughing alone.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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682d357
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The appearance of the other in the world corresponds therefore to a congealed sliding of the whole universe.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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All I want is' - and he uttered the final words through clenched teeth and with a sort of shame - 'to retain my freedom.' I should myself have thought,' said Jacques, 'that freedom consisted in frankly confronting situations into which one had deliberately entered, and accepting all one's responsibilities. But that, no doubt, is not your view.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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I had been born in order to fill the great need I had of myself.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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It's just what people do when they're getting old, when they're sick of themselves and their life; they think of money and take care of themselves.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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What is there to fear in such a regular world?
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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M]an is condemned to be free. Condemned, because he did not create himself, in other respect is free; because, once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does. The Existentialist does not believe in the power of passion. He will never agree that a sweeping passion is a ravaging torrent which fatally leads a man to certain acts and is therefore an excuse. He thinks that man is responsible for his passion.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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J'ai envie de partir, de m'en aller quelque part ou je serais vraiment a ma place, ou je m'emboiterais... Mais ma place n'est nulle part; je suis de trop.
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existentialism
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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The Nausea is not inside me: I feel it out there in the wall, in the suspenders, everywhere around me. It makes itself one with the cafe, I am the one who is within it.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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And I too wanted to be. That is all I wanted; and this is the last word. At the bottom of all these attempts which seemed without bounds, I find the same desire again: to drive existence out of me, to rid the passing moments of their fat, to twist them, dry them, purify myself, harden myself, to give back at last the sharp, precise sound of a saxophone note. That could even make an apologue: there was a poor man who got in the wrong world.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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You cling so tightly to your purity, my lad! How terrified you are of sullying your hands. Well, go ahead then, stay pure! What good will it do, and why even bother coming here among us? Purity is a concept of fakirs and friars. But you, the intellectuals, the bourgeois anarchists, you invoke purity as your rationalization for doing nothing. Do nothing, don't move, wrap your arms tight around your body, put on your gloves. As for myself, my..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Remember you're not alone; you've no right to inflict the sight of your fear on me.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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We will freedom for freedom's sake, in and through particular circumstances. And in thus willing freedom, we discover that it depends entirely upon the freedom of others and that the freedom of others depends upon our own. Obviously, freedom as the definition of a man does not depend upon others, but as soon as there is a commitment, I am obliged to will the liberty of others at the same time as my own. I cannot make liberty my aim unless I..
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liberty
society
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Be quiet! Anyone can spit in my face, and call me a criminal and a prostitute. But no one has the right to judge my remorse.
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feelings
slander
remorse
privacy
judgement
insults
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Why do you keep maintaining your ideas are right if you can't prove them?
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jessica
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Si seulement je pouvais m'arreter de penser, ca irait deja mieux. Les pensees, c'est ce qu'il y a de plus fade. Plus fade encore que de la chair. Ca s'etire a n'en plus finir et ca laisse un drole de gout. Et puis il y a les mots, au-dedans des pensees, les mots inacheves, les ebauches de phrases qui reviennent tout le temps.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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You're lucky. I'm always conscious of myself --in my mind. Painfully conscious.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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know very well that I don't want to do anything: to do something is to create existence--and there's quite enough existence as it is.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Je crois que c'est moi qui ai change: c'est la solution la plus simple. La plus desagreable aussi. Mais einfin je dois reconnaitre que je suis sujet a ces transformations soudaines. Ce qu'il y a, c'est que je pense tres rarement; alors une foule depetites metamorphoses s'accumulent en moi sans que j'y prenne garde et puis, un beau jour, il se produit une veritable revolution. C'est ce qui a donne a ma vie cet aspect huerte, incoherent.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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On meurt toujours trop tot -- ou trop tard. Et cependant la vie est la, terminee: le trait est tire, il faut faire la somme. Tu n'es rien d'autre que ta vie.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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INEZ: To forget about the others? How utterly absurd! I feel you there, in every pore.Your silence clamours in my ears. You can nail up your mouth, cut your tongue out - but you can't prevent your being there. Can you stop your thoughts? I hear them ticking away like a clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, and I'm certain you hear mine. It's all very well skulking on your sofa, but you're everywhere, and every sound comes to me soiled because you've..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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They are young and well built, they have another thirty years ahead of them. So they don't hurry, they take their time, and they are quite right. Once they have been to bed together, they will have to find something else to conceal the enormous absurdity of their existence.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Je suis seul au milieu de ces voix joyeuses et raisonnables. Tous ces types passent leur temps a s'expliquer, a reconnaitre avec bonheur qu'ils sont du meme avis. Quelle importance ils attachent, mon Dieu, a penser tous ensemble les memes choses.
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choses
dieu
ensemble
nausee
opinione
penser
seul
solo
voix
voce
nausea
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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7ecab18
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A real panic took hold of me. I didn't know where I was going. I ran along the docks, turned into the deserted streets in the Beauvoisis district; the houses watched my flight with their mournful eyes. I repeated with anguish: Where shall I go? where shall I go? Anything can happen. Sometimes, my heart pounding, I made a sudden right about turn: what was happening behind my back? Maybe it would start behind me and when I would turn around, ..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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The existentialist, on the contrary, finds it extremely embarrassing that God does not exist, for there disappears with Him all possibility of finding values in an intelligible heaven. There can no longer be any good a priori, since there is no infinite and perfect consciousness to think it. It is nowhere written that "the good" exists, that one must be honest or must not lie, since we are now upon the plane where there are only men. Dostoe..
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meaning
god
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Jean Paul Sartre |
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06767d1
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But no: he was empty, he was confronted by a vast anger, a desperate anger, he saw it and could almost have touched it. But it was inert - if it were to live and find expression and suffer, he must lend it his own body. It was other people's anger. "Swine!" He clenched his fists, he strode along, but nothing came, the anger remained external to himself."
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philosophy
emptiness
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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256aecf
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Love or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to love--or to hatred; himself, his house, his land, his memories.
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love
orestes
the-flies
surrender
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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bdc79b6
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For the artist, the color, the bouquet, the tinkling of the spoon on the saucer, are things in the highest degree. He stops at the quality of the sound or the form. He returns to it constantly and is enchanted with it.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Atheistic existentialism, of which I am a representative, declares with greater consistency that if God does not exist there is at least one being whose existence comes before its essence, a being which exists before it can be defined by any conception of it. That being is man....
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man
existence
humanism
consistency
essence
atheistic
views
definition
beliefs
sartre
jean-paul-sartre
existentialism
atheist
humans
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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752d438
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Good digestions, the gray monotony of provincial life, and the boredom--ah the soul-destroying boredom--of long days of mild content.
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the-flies
zeus
mundane
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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afe33f7
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My memories are like coins in the devil's purse: when you open it you find only dead leaves.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |