Jean-Paul Sartre Quotes

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.

The aim of language...is to communicate...to impart to others the results one has obtained...As I talk, I reveal the situation...I reveal it to myself and to others in order to change it.

Quietism is the attitude of people who say, "let others do what I cannot do." The doctrine I am presenting before you is precisely the opposite of this, since it declares that there is no reality except in action. It goes further, indeed, and adds, "Man is nothing else but what he purposes, he exists only in so far as he realizes himself, he is therefore nothing else but the sum of his actions, nothing else but what his life is." Hence we can well understand why some people are horrified by our teaching.

كم أود لو أتبصر ذاتي بوضوح قبل أن يفوت الاوان.

She believed in nothing. Only her scepticism kept her from being an atheist.

El mundo de las explicaciones y razones no es el de la existencia.

aramızda ancak bir beğeni ayrımı olsaydı tedirgin etmeyecektim sizi. ama her şey sizin yeteneğiniz varmış da benim yokmuş gibisine akıp gidiyor. amerikanvari hazırlanmış ıstakozu sevip sevmemekte özgürüm, ama insanları sevmiyorsam bir zavallıyım ve günışığında bana yer yok. onlar hayatın anlamını kendi tekellerine aldılar. umarım ki
söylemek istediğimi anlıyorsunuz. üstünde: insancıl olmayan buraya giremez yazılı kapıları otuz üç yıldır zorluyorum işte. giriştiğim her şeyi bırakmak zorunda kaldım. seçmek gerekiyordu: ya uyumsuz ve mahkûm edilmiş bir girişimi, ya da er-geç onların çıkarına yönelmesi gereken bir girişimi.

The true sea is cold and black, full of animals...

the worst part about being lied to is knowing you werent worth the truth

He wanted to assume his entire condition, to carry the world on his shoulders and to become, in defiance of all, what all have made of him.

No, my child, these things are impossible. It would have been better if she had recognize the truth courageously. She would have suffered once, then time would have erased with its sponge. There is nothing like looking things in the face, believe me.

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 looked anxiously around me: the present, nothing but the present. Furniture light and solid, rooted in its present, a table, a bed, a closet with a mirror-and me. the true nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, and all that was not present did not exist. The past did not exist. Not at all. Not in things, not even in my thoughts. It is true that I had realized a long time ago that mine had escaped me. But until then I had believed that it had simply gone out of my range. For me the past was only a pensioning off: it was another way of existing, a state of vacation and inaction; each event, when it had played its part, put itself politely into a box and became an honorary event: we have so much difficulty imagining nothingness. Now I knew: things are entirely what they appear to be-and behind them... there is nothing.

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.

Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.
It is up to you to give [life] a meaning.