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8574689
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You exaggerate everything. You continually force the truth because you're always looking for something.
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truth
nausea
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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emotion is first of all and in principle an accident
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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daed91c
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The recruit who reports for active duty at the beginning of the war can in some instances be afraid of death, but more often he is 'afraid of being afraid'; that is, he is filled with anguish before himself.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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I am beginning to believe that nothing can ever be proved. These are honest hypotheses which take the facts into account: but I sense so definitely that they come from me, and that they are simply a way of unifying my own knowledge. Not a glimmer comes from Rollebon's side. Slow, lazy, sulky, the facts adapt themselves to the rigour of the order I wish to give them; but it remains outside of them. I have the feeling of doing a work of pure ..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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2051f0d
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You see, I'm fond of teasing, it's a second nature with me--and I'm used to teasing myself. Plaguing myself, if you prefer; I don't tease nicely.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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a6cb01d
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We have so much difficulty imagining nothingness.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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aab00f4
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Alors c'est ca l'enfer. Je ne l'aurais jamais cru... Vous vous rappelez : le souffre, le bucher, le gril.. Ah quelle plaisanterie. Pas besoin de gril, l'enfer c'est les autres.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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4b239d3
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Reflection poisons desire.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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de31379
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What then did you expect when you unbound the gag that muted those black mouths? That they would chant your praises? Did you think that when those heads that our fathers had forcibly bowed down to the ground were raised again, you would find adoration in their eyes?
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hatred
repression
suppression
resentment
colonialism
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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638e2c6
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Perhaps it's inevitable; perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all, or impersonating what one is. That would be terrible,' he said to himself: 'it would mean that we were duped by nature.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Let it crumble! Let the rocks revile me and flowers wilt at my coming. Your whole universe is not enough to prove me wrong. You are the king of gods, king of stones and stars, king of the waves of the sea. But you are not the king of man.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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fa3c834
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Tri chas't. V tri vinagi e tv'rde k'sno ili tv'rde rano za vsichko, koeto ti se shche da storish. Osoben moment ot sledobeda. A dnes e neponosim.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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ae28b22
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Existo. Es algo tan dulce, tan dulce, tan lento. Y leve; como si se mantuviera solo en el aire. Se mueve. Por todas partes, roces que caen y se desvanecen. Muy suave, muy suave
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Jean Paul Sartre |
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ab97e63
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I admire the way we can lie, putting reason on our side.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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9ed1019
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Existentialism is no mournful delectation but a humanist philosophy of action, effort, combat, and solidarity. Man must create his own essence: it is in throwing himself into the world, suffering there, struggling there, that he gradually defines say what this man is before he dies, or what mankind is before it has disappeared.
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sartre
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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c56671f
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It is certain that we cannot escape anguish, for we are anguish.
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humanity
existentialism
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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a7652a2
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At an age when most children are playing hopscotch or with their dolls,you, poor child, who had no friends or toys, you toyed with dreams of murder, because that is a game to play alone.
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murder
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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9dbb40a
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It's your weakness gives them their strength. Mark how they dare not speak to me. A nameless horror has descended on you, keeping us apart. And yet why should this be? What have you lived through that I have not shared? Do you imagine that my mother's cries will ever cease ringing in my ears? Or that my eyes will ever cease to see her great sad eyes, lakes of lambent darkness in the pallor of it will ever cease ravaging my heart? But what m..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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f99e7d7
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I can always choose, but I ought to know that if I do not choose, I am still choosing.
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philosophy
sartre
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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14a10ab
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He yawned; he had finished the day, and he had also finished with his youth. Various tried and proved rules of conduct had already discreetly offered him their services: disillusioned epicureanism, smiling tolerance, resignation, flat seriousness, stoicism--all the aids whereby a man may savor, minute by minute, like a connoisseur, the failure of a life... 'I have attained the age of reason.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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e54ec74
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I met your father last week. Are you still interested in hearing how he is doing? No. It is very probable that you will be responsible for his death. It is virtually certain that he is responsible for my life. We are even.
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responsibility
life
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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481cb83
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The sun is not ridiculous, quite the contrary. On everything I like, on the rust of the construction girders, on the rotten boards of the fence, a miserly, uncertain light falls, like the look you give, after a sleepless night, on decisions made with enthusiasm the day before, on pages you have written in one spurt without crossing out a word.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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8d6a2e5
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The Nausea has stayed down there, in the yellow light. I am happy: this cold is so pure, this night so pure: am I myself not a wave of icy air? With neither blood, nor lymph, nor flesh. Flowing down this long canal towards the pallor down there. To be nothing but coldness.
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nausea
jean-paul
sartre
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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aeff68b
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INEZ: What's the matter? ESTELLE: I feel so queer. Don't you ever get taken that way? When I can't see myself I begin to wonder if I really and truly exist. I pat myself just to make sure, but it doesn't help much.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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0bc5226
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Human feeling. That's beyond my range. I'm rotten to the core
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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dcfc4d8
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Il n'y a de realite que dans l'action... [L'etre humain] n'existe que dans la mesure ou il se realise, il n'est donc rien d'autre que sa vie
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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8208c2f
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Oppressed with countless little daily cares, he had waited... For an act. A free, considered act; that should pledge his whole life, and stand at the beginning of a new existence.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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0c9d3b6
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It is the good children, Madame, who make the most terrible revolutionaries. They say nothing, they do not hide under the table, they eat only one sweet at a time, but later on, they make Society pay dearly for it!
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revenge
goodness
good-behaviour
payback
manners
revolution
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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8787b54
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Once they have slept together they will have to find something else to veil the enormous absurdity of their existence.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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2437230
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Hoderer: You don't love men, Hugo. You love only principles. Hugo: Men? Why should I love them? Do they love me? Hoderer: Then why did you come to us? If you don't love men, you can't fight for them. Hugo: I joined the party because its cause is just, and I shall leave it when that cause ceases to be just. As for men, it's not what they are that interests me, but what they can become. Hoderer: And I, I love them for what they are. With all..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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09cf191
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gwtz: toe jwny w jwny dyry shaeytnae. hyld: dLnyy? gwtz: mn y'ytr lae hych shtYkh dLny nym. y'aegaer Haez w haewaesaekhnm Rzy bkhaem, twwshy gwnH daebm baeLm khoem lae chngyn daerbz daekhaem; y'aegaer naemhaewYt Rzyyn bkhaem, daemYnnaewae w RoeHm gaenyw daekhaen. shaew nzykh daebYtaewae; lae khaesh w haewy bwwlYLd daebY chwgaelYkhy zytaeLae w wrdbynt bYt t btwny khwd lae shaeytn jy bkhaeytaewae. - laejYr chwy khwdd laegaeLt bnwwm?
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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96e6e77
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Temporality is obviously an organised structure, and these three so-called elements of time: past, present, future, must not be envisaged as a collection of 'data' to be added together...but as the structured moments of an original synthesis. Otherwise we shall immediately meet with this paradox: the past is no longer, the future is not yet, as for the instantaneous present, everyone knows that it is not at all: it is the limit of infinite ..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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bdcd24d
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I've lived the life of a man without teeth, he thought about it. A life of a man without teeth. I've never bitten, I've been waiting, keeping myself for later - and now I've just ascertained that I don't have teeth anymore.
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life
regret
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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79e4f3e
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Still, somewhere in the depths of ourselves we all harbor an ashamed, unsatisfied melancholy that quietly awaits a funeral.
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sadness
existential
melancholy
funeral
sartre
existentialism
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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99bc8f3
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Nothingness carries being in its heart.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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4530fce
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I must wash myself clean with abstract thoughts, transparent as water.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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5b8bd6e
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With older people, it's quite different. They're reliable, they show you what to do, and there's solidity in their affection.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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c779f3f
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Then time started flowing again and the emptiness grew larger.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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d01b504
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I see the insipid flesh blossoming and palpitating with abandon.
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existentialism
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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008c09b
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I am, I am, I exist, I think therefore I am; I am because I think, why do I think? I don't want to think anymore.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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2b2f9a5
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J'etais un enfant, ce monstre qu'ils fabriquent avec leurs regrets.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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1efb63a
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Everything that burns, everything that rips me apart, I want to suffer with my body. I'd rather have a hundred wounds, whips, poisons - than this kind of suffering in the head, this phantom of suffering, which touches me softly and caresses me without ever really hurting.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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e99c5a2
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What's done at night belongs to the night. In the daytime you don't talk about it.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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9679bf9
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Will you do me the honour of lunching with me on Wednesday?" "With pleasure." I had as much desire to eat with him as I had to hang myself."
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Jean-Paul Sartre |