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The essential thing is contingency. I mean that one cannot define existence as necessity. To exist is simply to be there; those who exist let themselves be encountered, but you can never deduce anything from them. I believe there are people who have understood this. Only they tried to overcome this contingency by inventing a necessary, causal being. But no necessary being can explain existence: contingency is not a delusion, a probability w..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Le secret douloureux des Dieux et des rois: c'est que les hommes sont libres. Ils sont libres Egisthe. Tu le sais, et ils ne le savent pas.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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c733dd8
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I shall never sleep again. But then--how shall I endure my own company?
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philosophy
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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c1daeb0
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Every belief is a belief that falls short; one never wholly believes what one believes.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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GARCIN: This bronze. Yes, now's the moment; I'm looking at this thing on the mantelpiece, and I understand that I'm in hell. I tell you, everything's been thoughtout beforehand. They knew I'd stand at the fireplace stroking this thing of bronze, with all those eyes intent on me. Devouring me. What? Only two of you? I thought there were more; many more. So this is hell. I'd never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the tort..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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4c95b9f
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Her eyes stare at me but she seems not to see me; she looks as though she were lost in her suffering.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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84c62fe
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And I-- soft, weak, obscene, digesting, juggling with dismal thoughts-- I, too, was In the way. Fortunately, I didn't feel it, although I realized it, but I was uncomfortable because I was afraid of feeling it (even now I am afraid-- afraid that it might catch me behind my head and lift me up like a wave). 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.In..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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ef882b0
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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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2c99dde
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Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition. From time to time you make a semi-total: you say: I've been travelling for three years, I've been in Bouville for three years. Neither is there any end: you never leave a woman, a friend, a city in one go. And then everything looks alike..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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990ce0b
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From time to time I yawn so widely that tears roll down my cheek.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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0622f7b
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And all these existents which bustled about this tree came from nowhere and were going nowhere. Suddenly they existed, then suddenly they existed no longer: existence is without memory; of the vanished it retains nothing--not even a memory. Existence everywhere, infinitely, in excess, for ever and everywhere; existence--which is limited only by existence. I sank down on the bench, stupefied, stunned by this profusion of beings without origi..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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She smiled. First I lost the memory of her eyes, then the memory of her long body. I kept her smile as long as possible and then, finally lost that three years ago. Just now, brusquely, as I was taking the letter from the landlady's hands, it came back to me; I thought I saw Anny smiling. I try to refresh my memory: I need to feel all the tenderness that Anny inspires; it is there, this tenderness, it is near me, only asking to be born. But..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Madame Picard believed that a child should be allowed to read anything: 'A book never does any harm if it is well written.' While she was there, I had once asked permission to read Madame Bovary and my mother, in an oversweet voice, had said: 'But if my darling reads books like that at his age, what will he do when he grows up?' 'I shall live them!' This reply had met with the most complete and lasting success.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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bf0148e
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nothing that exists can be comic; it was like a floating analogy, almost entirely elusive, with certain aspects of vaudeville.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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fd4acbc
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Tuesday: Nothing. Existed.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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63c8662
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Love was not something to be felt, not a particular emotion, nor yet a particular shade of feeling, it was much more like a lowering curse on the horizon, a precursor of disaster.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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C'est ca le temps, le temps tout nu, ca vient lentement a l'existence, ca se fait attendre et quand ca vient, on est ecoeure parce qu'on s'apercoit que c'etait deja la depuis longtemps.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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4b83c73
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Perhaps it is impossible to understand one's own face. Or perhaps it is because I am a single man? People who live in society have learned how to see themselves in mirrors as they appear to their friends. I have no friends. Is that why my flesh is so naked?
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nausea
single
sartre
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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14cf18f
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It looked like a colour, but also... like a bruise or a secretion, like an oozing-and something else, an odour, for example, it melted into the odour of wet earth, warm, moist wood, into a black odour that spread like varnish over this sensitive wood, in a flavour of chewed, sweet fibre. I did not simply see this black: sight is an abstract invention, a simplified idea, one of man's ideas. That black, amorphous, weakly presence, far surpass..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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812c96c
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Un hombre que esta solo es hermoso. - Tan hermoso que enseguida da ganas de hacerle compania. Y desde entonces deja de estar solo: asi es el mundo.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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1c2ae4b
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To believe is to know that one believes, and to know that one believes is no longer to believe.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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200134a
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dny by`dlty st, gr qbwl khny shrykh jrm myshwy, gr `wD khny jld myshwy.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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9d6ce4a
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The vegetation has crawled mile for mile towards the towns. It is waiting. When the town dies, the Vegetation will invade it, it will clamber over the stones, it will grip them, search them, burst them open with its long black pincers; it will bind the holes and hang its green paws everywhere.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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dd7c66b
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Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself. Such is the first principle of existentialism.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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10ad9bf
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all of us abandon ourselves to existence, because we were among ourselves, only among ourselves, it has taken us unawares, in the disorder, the day to day drift: I am ashamed for myself and for what exists in front of it.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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7aafced
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M. de Rollebon was my partner; he needed me in order to exist and I needed him so as not to feel my existence.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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tw khysty khh bh mn mr mykhny? w shm chh Htyjy bh shnydn wmr w dryd? hychkhs Hq ndrd bh shm mr khnd mgr rwsyy khh khwdtn ntkhb khrdhyd.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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8b9932b
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I am afraid of cities. But you mustn't leave them. If you go too far you come up against the vegetation belt. Vegetation has crawled for miles towards the cities. It is waiting. Once the city is dead, the vegetation will cover it, will climb over the stones, grip them, search them, make them burst with its long black pincers; it will blind the holes and let its green paws hang over everything. You must stay in the cities as long as they are..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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15634d3
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But an adventure never returns nor is prolonged.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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abce140
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You didn't succeed. Well, what of that? There's nothing to prove, you know, and the revolution's not a question of virtue but of effectiveness. There is no heaven. There's work to be done, that's all. And you must do what you're cut out for; all the better if it comes easy to you. The best work is not the work that takes the most sacrifice. It's the work in which you can best succeed.
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success
dirty-hands
hœderer
les-mains-sales
the-great-work
true-will
existentialism
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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f170247
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Seuls les actes decident de ce qu'on a voulu.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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5c10720
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Undoubtedly, on his death bed, at that moment when, ever since Socrates, it has been proper to pronounce certain elevated words, he told his wife, as one of my uncles told his, who had watched beside him for twelve nights, "I do not thank you, Therese; you have only done your duty."
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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d691c5d
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Thing are bad! Things are very bad: I have it, the filth, the Nausea.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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4c5faac
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Nothing can interrupt it yet all can break it.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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06c72bd
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how nice it is to know you are so profoundly happy, it's had me beaming all day.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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379a32f
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Tout existant nait sans raison, se prolonge par faiblesse et meurt par rencontre.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Let us see what words can do. Will you understand me, for a start, if I tell you that I have never known what I am? My vices, my virtues, are under my nose, but I can't see them, nor stand far enough back to view myself as a whole. I seem to be a sort of flabby mass in which words are engulfed; no sooner do I name myself than what is named is merged in him who names, and one gets no farther. I have often wanted to hate myself and, as you kn..
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philosophy
existentialism
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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619b6dd
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He raised himself on his hands and looked at Irene's face: the nudity of that feminine body had risen into her face, the body had reabsorbed it, as nature reabsorbs forsaken gardens.
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sex
romantic
romance
beauty
love
female
nudity
face
feminine
sweet
sexy
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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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philosophical
narrative
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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f975ad3
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First, it has been charged with inviting people to remain in a kind of desperate quietism because, since no solutions are possible, we should have to consider action in this world as quite impossible. We should then end up in a philosophy of contemplation; and since contemplation is a luxury, we come in the end to a bourgeois philosophy. The communists in particular have made these charges.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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9c187b7
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what summits would I not reach if my own life made the subject of the melody.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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b5b5738
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La plupart du temps, faute de s'attacher a des mots, mes pensees restent des brouillards. Elles dessinent des formes vagues et plaisantes, s'engloutissent : aussitot, je les oublie.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Ama bardagimin dibinde biram iliksa, aynada koyu renkli lekeler varsa, fazlaliksam; en icten ve en katisiksiz acim, ayibaligi gibi, hem bir yigin et hem gepgenis bir deriyle ve insanin icine dokunan islak, ama kotuluk dolu gozlerle suruklenip hantallasiyorsa bu benim kabahatim mi?
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philosophy
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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db01a7d
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nny lm 'ukhlq l'`ysh ,wlst '`rf m hy lHy@ ,wlys by Hj@ l'`rf dhlk nm 'n shy fy'D `n lHy@, wlys ly mn mkn
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Jean-Paul Sartre |