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a7f12bb
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Moi, je ne tiens pas les rancunes et j'avoue tout, complaisamment : pour l'autocritique, je suis doue, a la condition qu'on ne pretende pas me l'imposer.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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Not only is man what he conceives himself to be, but he is also only what he wills himself to be after this thrust toward existence. Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself. Such
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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12a05ca
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The idea is still there, unnameable. It waits, peacefully. Now it seems to say: "Yes? Is that what you wanted? Well, that's exactly what you've never had (remember you fooled yourself with words, you called the glitter of travel, the love of women, quarrels, and trinkets adventure) and this is what you'll never have--and no one other than yourself." But Why? WHY?"
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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I see the future. It is there, poised over the street, hardly more dim than the present. What advantage will accrue from its realisation? The old woman stumps further and further away, she stops, pulls at a grey lock of hair which escapes from her handkerchief. She walks, she was there, now she is here... I don't know where I am any more: do i see her motions, or do I foresee them? I can no longer distinguish present from future and yet it ..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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ef7f99a
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There's the story of a person who does this, does that, but it isn't I, I have nothing in common with him. He travels through countries I know no more about than if I had never been there. Sometimes, in my story, it happens that I pronounce these fine names you read in atlases, Aranjuez or Canterbury. New images are born in me, images such as people create from books who have never travelled. My words are dreams, that is all.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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dca0fcb
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I don't know where to go, I stay planted in front of the cardboard chef. I don't need to turn around to know they are watching me through the windows: they are watching my back with surprise and disgust; they thought I was like them, that I was a man, and I deceived them. I suddenly lost the appearance of a man and they saw a crab running backwards out of this human room. Now the unmasked intruder has fled: the show goes on.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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d05d138
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In the distance. Above my head; above my head; and this instant which I cannot leave, which locks me in and limits me on every side, this instant I am made of will be no more than a confused dream.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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079ac24
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But faced with this great wrinkled paw, neither ignorance nor knowledge was important: the world of explanations and reasons is not the world of existence.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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These young people amaze me; drinking their coffee, they tell clear, plausible stories. If you ask them what they did yesterday, they don't get flustered; they tell you all about it in a few words. If I were in their place, I'd start stammering. It's true that for a long time now nobody has bothered how I spend my time. When you live alone, you even forget what it is to tell a story : plausibility disappears at the same time as friends.
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solitude
existentialism
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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c584476
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Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance. I leaned back and closed my eyes. But the images, forewarned, immediately leaped up and filled my closed eyes with existences: existence is a fullness which man can never abandon. Strange
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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315794c
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Peut-on juger une vie sur un seul acte ?
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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1ea4613
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Freedom is what we do with what is done to us
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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d9ec681
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When a man gets drunk he gets sentimental. That's what I wanted to avoid.
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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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bebca12
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I get up. I move through this pale light; I see it change beneath my hands and on the sleeves of my coat: I cannot describe how much it disgusts me.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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4845a62
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The distance between the being and the conscience is the nothing
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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81365fa
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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 own life as if he were telling a story. But you have to choose: live or tell.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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06f5504
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What a torment it is not to be rich! It gets one into such abject situations.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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d42cb39
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solo el perro o el caballo podrian emitir un juicio de conjunto sobre el hombre y declarar que el hombre es asombroso, lo que ellos no se preocupan de hacer, por lo menos que yo sepa. Pero no se puede admitir que un hombre pueda formular un juicio sobre el hombre.
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humor
humanismo
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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f10b5bb
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THE HOLE The hole is something which longs to be filled. The small child is drawn as if by magic to holes. He can not restrain himself from putting in his finger or his whole arm. He makes a symbolic sacrifice of his body to cause the void to disappear and a plenitude of being to exist. The fundamental tendency of human beings to stop up holes persists throughout life, symbolically and in reality. And only from this standpoint can we unders..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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0894b6b
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My existence began to worry me seriously. Was I not a simple spectre?
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philosophy
nausea
jean-paul-sartre
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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256a1f0
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I was there, standing in front of a window whose panes had a definite refraction index. But what feeble barriers! I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then, anything, anything could happen.
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sartre
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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a3360ae
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Dans mes mains, par exemple, il y a quelque chose de neuf, une certaine facon de prendre ma pipe ou ma fourchette. Ou bien c'est la fourchette qui a, maintenant, une certaine facon de se faire prendre, je ne sais pas.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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16209b3
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He takes a few dazed steps, the waiters turn out the lights and he slips into unconsciousness: when this man is lonely he sleeps.
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nausea
lonely
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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9f501ad
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man is a useless passion.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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d9306d2
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Je n'ai pas reve cet heroisme. Je l'ai choisi. On est ce qu'on veut.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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0923e34
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And you know what wickedness is, and shame, and fear. There were days when you peered into yourself, into the secret places of your heart, and what you saw there made you faint with horror.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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1dfb63b
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Lucien thought with bitter pleasure that his parents found him looking fine. "I don't exist." He closed his eyes and let himself drift: existence is an illusion because I know I don t exist, all I have to do is plug my ears and not think about anything and I'll become nothingness."
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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e6a954e
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Es el reflejo de mi rostro. A menudo en estos dias perdidos, me quedo contemplandolo. No comprendo nada de este rostro. Los de los demas tienen un sentido. El mio, no.
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Jean Paul Sartre |
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2b2764f
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mn tqw ndrm, shyd frzndn m btqw shwnd, bhshrT ankhh m anqdr khwn jry khnym t Hq dshtn fDylt r bh anh bdhym.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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cfda44f
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For the moment they wanted to live with the least expenditure, economize words, gestures, thoughts, float: they had only one day in which to smooth out their wrinkles, their crow's feet, the bitter lines made by a hard week's work. One day only.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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66518d7
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J'existe. C'est doux, si doux, si lent. Et leger: on dirait que ca tient en l'air tout seul. Ca remue. Ce sont des effleurements partout qui fondent et s'evanouissent. Tout doux, tout doux.
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Jean Paul Sartre |
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313e07d
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Creo que soy yo quien ha cambiado; es la solucion mas simple. Tambien la mas desagradable. Pero debo reconocer que estoy sujeto a estas subitas transformaciones. Lo que ocurre es que rara vez pienso, entonces, sin darme cuenta, se acumula en mi una multitud de pequenas metamorfosis, y un buen dia se produce una verdadera revolucion. Es lo que ha dado a mi vida este aspecto desconcertante, incoherente.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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c49d91c
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What men have in common is not a "nature" but a condition, that is, an ensemble of limits and restrictions: the inevitability of death, the necessity of working for a living, of living in a world already inhabited by other men."
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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85bfab3
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Can you justify your existence then?
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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945921e
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Perhaps it is impossible to understand one's own face ... 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? You might say -- yes you might say, nature without humanity.
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nausea
jean-paul
sartre
mirror
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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118fbc3
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I lean all my weight on the porcelain ledge, I draw my face closer until it touches the mirror. The eyes, nose, and mouth disappear. Nothing is left. Brown wrinkles show on each side of the feverish swelled lips, crevices, mole holes. A silky, white down covers the great slopes of the cheeks, two hairs protrude from the nostrils: it is a geological embossed map. And, in spite of everything, this lunar world is familiar to me. I cannot say I..
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map
nausea
jean-paul
sartre
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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9e4de35
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I'm going to leave, I'm going to take my train. But behind the existence which falls from one present to the other, without a past, without a future, behind these sounds which decompose from day to day, peel off and slip towards death, the melody stays the same, young and firm, like a pitiless witness.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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d9dc530
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the diversity of things, their individuality, were only an appearance, a veneer. This veneer had melted, leaving soft, monstrous masses, all in disorder--naked, in a frightful, obscene nakedness. I kept myself from making the slightest movement, but I didn't need to move in order to
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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afffe62
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Din clipa in care libertatea a facut explozie in sufletul unui om, zeii nu mai pot face nimic impotriva lui. Asta-i o treaba omeneasca, si numai ceilalti oameni - numai ei - au caderea sa-l lase in libertate sau sa-l stringa de git.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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ddb565a
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Le bronze... (Il le caresse.) Eh bien, voici le moment. Le bronze est la, je le contemple et je comprends que je suis en enfer. Je vous dis que tout etait prevu. Ils avaient prevu que je me tiendrais devant cette cheminee, pressant ma main sur ce bronze, avec tous ces regards sur moi. Tous ces regards qui me mangent... (ll se retourne brusquement.) Ha! vous n'etes que deux? Je vous croyais beaucoup plus nombreuses. (Il rit.) Alors, c'est ca..
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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be63070
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lHqyq@ hy 'n lt`dhyb ykhlq ljldyn
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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4030f6c
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La patronne etait la, j'ai du la baiser, mais c'etait bien par politesse.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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64a622d
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Mais comme mes regards tombaient sur le bloc de feuilles blanches, je fus saisi par son aspect et je restai, la plume en l'air, a contempler ce papier eblouissant : comme il etait dur et voyant, comme il etait present. Il n'y avait rien en lui que du present. Les lettres que je venais d'y tracer n'etaient pas encore seches et deja elles ne m'appartenaient plus.
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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143ca0f
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I am not your king, impudent larva? Who then has created you? You. But you should not have created me free.
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mankind
self-determination
freedom
humanity
liberty
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Jean-Paul Sartre |