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This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he lives surrounded by his stories and the stories of others, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his life as if he were recounting it.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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But you looked much more like a fellow who had just realised that he has been living on ideas that don't pay.
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Don't be afraid; I'll keep looking at you for ever and ever, without a flutter of my eyelids, and you'll live in my gaze like a mote in a sunbeam.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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If... if I didn't try to get my life moving on my own account, I should think it just absurd to go on living.' A look of smiling obstinacy had come into Marcelle's face. 'Yes, yes - it's your vice.' 'It's not a vice. It's how I'm made.' 'Why aren't other people made like that, if it isn't a vice?' 'They are, only they don't know it.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Todo lo que existe nace sin razon, se prolonga por debilidad, y muere por casualidad
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Well, you're free without wanting to be,' he explained, 'it just happens so, that's all. But Mathieu's freedom is based on reason.' 'I still don't understand,' said Lola, shaking her head. 'Well, he doesn't care a curse about his apartment: he lives there just as he would live anywhere else, and I've got the feeling that he doesn't care much about his girl. He stays with her because he must sleep with someone. His freedom isn't visible, it'..
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Je pense, lui dis-je, que nous voila, tous tant que nous sommes, a manger et a boire pour conserver notre precieuse existence et qu'il n'y a rien, rien, aucune raison d'exister... L'autodidacte repondit que la vie a un sens si on veut bien lui en donner un. Il faut d'abord agir, se jeter dans une entreprise. Il y a un but, Monsieur, il y a un but... il y a les hommes.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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20f2ec6
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I have been much too calm these past three years. I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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It would be much better if I could only stop thinking. Thoughts are the dullest things. Duller than flesh. They stretch out and there's no end to them and they leave a funny taste in the mouth. Then there are words, inside the thoughts, unfinished words, a sketchy sentence which constantly returns ... It goes, it goes ... and there's no end to it. It's worse than the rest because I feel responsible and have complicity in it. For example, th..
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words
thoughts
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From the very fact, indeed, that I am conscious of the motives which solicit my action, these motives are already transcendent objects from my consciousness, they are outside; in vain shall I seek to cling to them: I escape from them through my very existence. I am condemned to exist forever beyond my essence, beyond the affective and rational motives of my act: I am condemned to be free.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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to do something is to create existence
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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I had spent my time counterfeiting eternity, I had understood nothing.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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399c135
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To exist is simply to he there; those who exist let themselves be encountered, but you can never deduce anything from them.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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fb69892
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l ymkn 'n 'dll `l~ Hqyq@ `Tft~ wklm~ l dh mrst dhlk f`lan.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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You talk a lot about this amazing flow of time but you hardly see it. you see a women, you think that one day she'll be old, only you don't see her grow old. But there are moments when you think you see her grow old and feel yourself growing old with her: this is the feeling of adventure.
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philosophy
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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be2aa36
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If I didn't try to assume responsibility for my own existence, it would seem utterly absurd to go on existing.
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freedom
philosophy
the-age-of-reason
the-roads-to-freedom
jean-paul-sartre
french-literature
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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6221198
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a wise person can want nothing better from life than to pay back the wrong that has been done him.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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ca91add
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I have no taste for work any longer, I can do nothing more except wait for night. 530: Things are bad! Things are very bad: I have it, the filth, the Nausea.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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I had spent my time counterfeiting eternity.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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95c99f3
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How come he cannot recognize his own cruelty now turned against him? How come he can't see his own savagery as a colonist in the savagery of these oppressed peasants who have absorbed it through every pore and for which they can find no cure? The answer is simple: this arrogant individual, whose power of authority and fear of losing it has gone to his head, has difficulty remembering he was once a man; he thinks he is a whip or a gun; he is..
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violence
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Outside nature, against nature, without excuse, beyond remedy, except what remedy I find within myself.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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'stTy` 'n 'qys qw@ `Tft~ lw 'tyt mn l'`ml m yw'kdh wySdq `lyh.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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e328124
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When I was little, my Aunt Bigeois told me "If you look at yourself too long in the mirror, you'll see a monkey." I must have looked at myself even longer than that: what I see is well below the monkey, on the fringe of the vegetable world, at the level of jellyfish... The eyes especially are horrible seen so close. They are glassy, soft, blind, red-rimmed, they look like fish scales... A silky white down covers the great slopes of the chee..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Que me den algo que hacer, lo que sea! Seria preferible que pensara en otra cosa, porque en este momento estoy por representarme la comedia. Se muy bien que no quiero hacer nada; hacer algo es crear existencia, y ya hay bastante existencia.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Oh, what a nuisance you are! I'm giving you my mouth, my arms, my whole body - and everything could be so simple...My trust! I haven't any to give, I'm afraid, and you're making me terribly embarrassed. You must have something pretty ghastly on your conscience to make such a fuss about my trusting you.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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The rain has stopped, the air is mild, the sky slowly rolls up fine black images : it is more than enough to frame the perfect moment ; to reflect these images, she would cause dark little tides to be born in our hearts. I don't know how to take advantage of the occasion : I walk at random, calm and empty, under this wasted sky.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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3cbf101
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Once Right has taken hold of a man exorcism cannot drive it out.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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f1b1ae6
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Now I knew: things are entirely what they appear to be--and behind them . . . there is nothing. This
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Celebrity, for me, equal hatred
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Her smiles, her mimicries, all the words she uttered were addressed to herself through him.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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certain details, somewhat curtailed, live in my memory. But I don't see anything anymore: I can search the past in vain, I can only find these scraps of images and I am not sure what they represent, whether they are memories or just fiction.
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sartre
memory
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9a16baa
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I go, I go away, I walk, I wander, and everywhere I go I bear my shell with me, I remain at home in my room, among my books, I do not approach an inch nearer to Marrakech or Timbuktu. Even if I took a train, a boat, or a motor-bus, if I went to Morocco for my holiday, if I suddenly arrived at Marrakech, I should be always in my room, at home. And if I walked in the squares and in the sooks, if I gripped an Arab's shoulder, to feel Marrakech..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Perhaps it was a passing moment of madness after all. There is no trace of it any more. My odd feelings of the other week seem to me quite ridiculous today: I can no longer enter into them.
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madness
nausea
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cd2b612
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For a hundred dead stories there still remain one or two living ones. I evoke these with caution, occasionally, not too often, for fear of wearing them out, I fish one out, again I see the scenery, the characters, the attitudes. I stop suddenly: there is a flaw, I have seen a word pierce through the web of sensations. I suppose that this word will soon take the place of several images I love. I must stop quickly and think of something else;..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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3ac71e6
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I haven't any troubles, I have some money like a gentleman of leisure, no boss, no wife, no children; I exist, that's all. And that particular trouble is so vague, so metaphysical, that I am ashamed of it.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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n lnsn mHkwm `lyh blHry@: mHkwm l'nh lm ykhlq dhth, whw Hr l'nh qd Sr msw'lan `n kl myf`l bmjrd 'n twjd fy l`lm.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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3fc2717
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lys hnk mst`mrwn SlHwn w'khrwn TlHwn, bl hnk mst`mrwn fHsb
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Je ne suis rien que le regard qui te voit, que cette pensee incolore qui te pense.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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bf687d3
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L'enfer, c'est les autres [Hell is other people]
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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c61b879
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When she was in Djibouti and I was in Aden, and I used to go and see her for twenty-four hours, she managed to multiply the misunderstandings between us until there were exactly sixty minutes before I had to leave; sixty minutes, just long enough to make you feel the seconds passing one by one.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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63d29bd
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All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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fc0ed5e
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Amuse yourself, torment your desires. Drink when you're thirsty -- that would be very much too simple! If you didn't harbour a temptation eternally in your soul, you'd run the risk of forgetting yourself.
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lucifer-and-the-lord
thirst
sartre
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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8959718
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one cannot hate a man more than one can love him." The" --
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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f7276d7
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I am free,' he said suddenly. And his joy changed, on the spot, to a crushing sense of anguish.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |