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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b86a26e | Attends. Laisse-moi dire adieu a cette legerete sans tache qui fut la mienne. Laisse-moi dire adieu a ma jeunesse. Il y a des soirs, des soirs de Corinthe ou d'Athenes, pleins de chants et d'odeurs qui ne m'appartiendront plus jamais. Des matins, pleins d'espoir aussi... Allons adieu! adieu! (Il vient vers Electre.) Viens, Electre, regarde notre ville. Elle est la, rouge sous le soleil, bourdonnante d'hommes et de mouches, dans l'engourdiss.. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| ad35daf | Quand une fois la liberte a explose dans une ame d'homme, les Dieux ne peuvent plus rien contre cet homme-la. Car c'est une affaire d'homme, et c'est aux autres hommes -- a eux seuls -- qu'il appartient de le laisser courir ou de l'etrangler. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| f49b2f8 | Je ne suis ni le maitre ni l'esclave, Jupiter. Je suis ma liberte! A peine m'as-tu cree que j'ai cesse de t'appartenir | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| fe56252 | We were a heap of living creatures, irritated, embarrassed at ourselves, we hadn't the slightest reason to be there, none of us, each one, confused, vaguely alarmed, felt in the way in relation to others. In the way: it was the only relationship I could establish between these, tress, these gates, these stones. . . . | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| bd6660e | Las palabras se habian desvanecido, y con ellas la significacion de las cosas, sus modos de empleo, las debiles marcas que los hombres han trazado en su superficie. Estaba sentado, un poco encorvado, cabizbajo, solo frente a aquella masa negra y nudosa, enteramente bruta y que me daba miedo. Y entonces tuve esa iluminacion. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| cdcc943 | wlkfr ythwr `l~ nfsh w`l~ s`dth l~ Hd 'nh yjrd nfsh mn lwsyl@ lty tj`lh ymwt mt`zy | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| fe02d95 | The truth is that I can't put down my pen: I think I'm going to have the Nausea and I feel as though I'm delaying it while writing. So I write whatever comes into my mind. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 15c9586 | Thus pleasure itself, also becoming a right, lost its aggressive futility. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| fdbe635 | Existentialism's first move is to make every man aware of what he is and to make the full responsibility of his existence rest on him. | philosophy sartre | Jean-Paul Sartre | |
| 7d671fe | E]very man ought to say to himself, "Am I really the kind of man who has the right to act in such a way that humanity might guide itself by my actions?" | philosophy sartre | Jean-Paul Sartre | |
| de228c6 | A few seconds more and the Negress will sing. It seems inevitable, so strong is the necessity of this music: nothing can interrupt it, nothing which comes from this time in which the world has fallen; it will stop by itself, as if by order. If I love this beautiful voice it is especially because of that: it is neither for its fulness nor its sadness, rather because it is the event for which so many notes have been preparing, from so far awa.. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 9664a3a | I do not think, therefore I am a moustache. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| a149693 | I was the beginning, the middle and the end all rolled into one small boy, already old, already dead, here, in the shadows, between the stacks of plates higher than himself, and outside, very far away, in the cast and gloomy sunshine of glory. I was the particle at the beginning of its trajectory and the series of waves which flows back on it after it has struck the terminal buffer. Reassembled and compressed, one hand on my tomb and the ot.. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| c8ec7ed | The sun was clear and diaphanous like white win. Its light barely touched the moving figures, gave them no shadow, no relief: faces and hands made spots of pale gold. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 65030e8 | Aunque me quisiera con toda su alma, seria igualmente un amor de muerta. | decepcion desapego muerte mujeres nausea pena tristeza | Jean-Paul Sartre | |
| dbd5294 | What would you expect to find when the muzzle that has silenced the voices of black men is removed? | black-powder blackness french literature protest | Jean-Paul Sartre | |
| 5c602dd | The writer has to die to give birth to the intellectual in the service of the wretched of the earth. | altruism biography birth-and-rebirth french-authors french-biographers french-biographies french-resistance ideologies intellectual-theories jean-paul-sartre public-intellectuals sacrifice service-to-mankind women-biographers writing-life | Annie Cohen-Solal | |
| db5a6de | Insan, insanlara var olmadiklarini inandirmak icin bir felsefe incelemesine guvenemezdi. Bunun bir eylem olmasi gerekiyordu, gercekten oylesine umutsuz bir eylem ki goruntuleri silsin gotursundu ve dunyanin hicligini gun isigina gostersindi. Bir patlama, kan icinde genc bir beden halinin ustunde, bir kagida yazilmis sozcukler: Kendimi olduruyorum, cunku var degilim. Ve siz de insan kardeslerim, hicsiniz! | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 058a238 | I think with sadness of all the books I've read, all the places I've seen, all the knowledge I've amassed and that will be no more. All the music, all the paintings, all the culture, so many places: and suddenly nothing. They made no honey, those things, they can provide no one with any nourishment. At the most, if my books are still read, the reader will think: There wasn't much she didn't see! But that unique sum of things, the experience.. | Sarah Bakewell | ||
| cc37c0b | The real mystery was how your farm bound you to it, so tightly that you would pay any price (literally, in interest) or make any sacrifice just to take these steps across this familiar undulating ground time and time again. | farmer | Jane Smiley | |
| df0dfed | This feeling of adventure definitely does not come from events: I have proved it. It's rather the way in which the moments are linked together. I think this is what happens: you suddenly feel that time is passing, that each instant leads to another, this one to another one, and so on; that each instant is annihilated, and that it isn't worth while to hold it back, etc., etc. And then you attribute this property to events which appear to you.. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 3537afd | mykhwhyd bh shm bgwym chr z mrg nmytrsyd? chwn hrkhdm z shm fkhr mykhnd mrg bh sr dygry nzl khwhd shd nh bh sr khwdsh. dr yn jng hmh khshth khwhnd shd. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| e6c3fce | Miagkii svet; liudi sidiat po domam, oni, konechno, tozhe zazhgli lampy. Oni chitaiut ili smotriat v okno na nebo. Dlia nikh... dlia nikh vse inache. Oni sostarilis' po-drugomu. Oni zhivut sredi zaveshchannogo dobra, sredi podarkov, i kazhdyi predmet ikh obstanovki - vospominanie. Kaminnye chasy, medali, portrety, rakushki, press-pap'e, shirmy, shali. Ikh shkafy bitkom nabity butylkami, otrezami, staroi odezhdoi, gazetami - oni sokhranili v.. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| e8b5318 | But a little while ago I made an experiment with the absolute or the absurd. This root--there was nothing in relation to which it was absurd. Oh, how can I put it in words? Absurd: in relation to the stones, the tufts of yellow grass, the dry mud, the tree, the sky, the green benches. Absurd, irreducible; nothing--not even a profound, secret upheaval of nature--could explain it. Evidently I did not know everything, I had not seen the seeds .. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 76ba127 | Some people may be more gifted than others, but excellence in writing, as in any art form or craft, involves discipline and practice. | James B. Stewart | ||
| a54744d | Why aren't you ever happy? I try to do something nice, and this is how you act? Dios mio, who would have guessed I would have such an ungrateful daughter?" Ama is highly skilled in the art of guilt trips. She could win a gold medal." | Erika L. Sánchez | ||
| cce643d | Get it off," she said, jerking their bound wrists up and holding them up under his nose. "I thought perhaps we might at least introduce ourselves," he said lightly. "Get it !" "What shall I call you?" he asked as he pulled her to the table and removed the silver dome on the platter. Mutton stew, by the smell of it. Not a single knife to be had. "Lover?" "Rest assured you'll never need to call me anything at all!" she said with admirable co.. | Julia London | ||
| 6e51cf0 | My mind is like a room where the door swings free in the breeze, and many visitors come and go and stay and vanish as they will. | mind thoughts | Jane Smiley | |
| 31f2a80 | Ramil sighed with relief when the talkative landlord finally decided to go, but he didn't get very far with his supper before Tashi swatted him in the stomach. "Hot coals? Stringy hair?" He laughed. "Shh! You know I was only saying what I had to say in front of him." "But those words occurred to you--you must have thought them!" Ramil scratched his head, knowing that he was probably damned whatever he said now. "Well, your eyes can blaze wh.. | Julia Golding | ||
| dc59f54 | My mother is a muttonhead. | Julia Golding | ||
| 303ebc9 | When I went to first grade and the other children said that their fathers were farmers, I simply didn't believe them. I agreed in order to be polite, but in my heart I knew that those men were impostors, as farmers and as fathers, too. In my youthful estimation, Laurence Cook defined both categories. To really believe that others even existed in either category was to break the First Commandment. | fathers fathers-and-daughters | Jane Smiley | |
| 5cbbc33 | She did not think it any coincidence that ideas denigrating literary authorship had taken center stage simultaneously with the emergence of formerly silent voices for whom the act of writing, and publishing, had the deepest and most delicious possible meaning, simultaneously with the emergence of an audience for whom the act of thinking and writing was an act of skeptical anger, sometimes a transitional act to violence. | Jane Smiley | ||
| 025f098 | I always think that things have to happen the way they do happen, that there are so many inner and outer forces joining at every event that it becomes a kind of fate. I learned from studying Buddhism that there's beauty, and certainly a lot of peace, in accepting that." I sniffed. A smile twinkled sheepishly across his face. "Okay, okay," he said, "how about this? If you worry about it, you draw it to you." | Jane Smiley | ||
| b02a5ce | I'm not strange to myself, but I realize that I contrast with others fairly sharply. | Jane Smiley | ||
| 972a636 | what it feels like to resist without seeming to resist, to absent yourself while seeming respectful and attentive. | Jane Smiley | ||
| 6ccd940 | Jane Smiley's Pulitzer Prize-winning novel A Thousand Acres, reveals what can happen | Hope Edelman | ||
| 4cbc02f | She dressed to look good, and I dressed for obscurity. | Jane Smiley | ||
| 9e62df3 | My name is Liv Daniels. What's yours?" He smiled wider, nearly sending my heart into overload. "Liv. That's a nice name. Is it short for something?" He stood and I craned my neck. He was quite tall. His tailored suit had made him appear far slighter than he was up close. He offered me a hand, again politely. I studied his hand for a moment, before taking it. It was huge and for some reason, I had the strangest feeling I shouldn't, I shouldn.. | Tara Brown | ||
| 4560147 | Speechifying was never my forte - one on one I can generally figure out what I need to do to get someone moving in my direction, but pool enough of them together and the sheer mass of idiocy becomes immobile. | Daniel Polansky | ||
| 23f296b | Some folk learned the nature of God, that He was merciful, having spared a husband or some cattle, that He was strict, having meted out hard punishment for small sins, that He was attentive, having sent signs of the hunger beforehand, that He was just, having sent the hunger in the first place, or having sent the whales and the teeming reindeer in the end. Some folk learned that He was to be found in the world-in the richness of the grass a.. | learning life wisdom world | Jane Smiley | |
| 2fdebc2 | War is inevitable when the world is fallen. If you stop one, another will start. Redemption is the only path away from war. | Jane Smiley | ||
| 0588626 | Who you are shapes how you are loved. | Jane Smiley | ||
| f8f38e0 | and that's how the tournament started, the Million Dollar World Series of Monopoly... ...Jess and Pete thought alike -- like city boys, my father would have said, looking for the payoff in a situation rather than the pitfall. Rose and Ty and I played like farmers, looking for pitfalls, holes, drop-offs, something small that will tip the tractor, break it, eat into your time, your crop, the profits that already exist in your mind, and not on.. | Jane Smiley | ||
| 7ea2fad | Evil people must spread their evil everywhere. | evil-people evil-thoughts | Jane Smiley |