Jean-Paul Sartre Quotes

Nicias, do you think you can erase with good deeds the wrongs you committed against your mother? What good deed will ever reach her? Her soul is a scorching noon time, without a single breath of a breeze, nothing moves, nothing changes, nothing lives there; a great emaciated sun, an immobile sun eternally consumes her.

But I must finally realize that I am subject to these sudden transformations. The thing is that I rarely think; a crowd of small metamorphoses accumulate in me without my noticing it, and then, one fine day, a veritable revolution takes place.

Var olmak susamadan içmek gibi bir şeydir.

I am not asking for sensational revelations, but I would like to sense the meaning of that minute, to feel it's urgency...

Anny hasn't changed her letter paper, I wonder if she still buys it at the little stationer's in Piccadilly. I think that she has also kept her coiffure, her heavy blonde locks she didn't want to cut. She must struggle patiently in front of mirrors to save her face: it isn't vanity or fear of growing old; she wants to stay as she is, just as she is. Perhaps this is what I liked best in her, this austere loyalty to her most insignificant features.

Obiectele n-ar trebui să înduioşeze, pentru că ele n-au viaţă. Te serveşti de ele, le pui la loc, trăieşti în mijlocul lor: sunt utile, nimic mai mult. Dar pe mine mă înduioşează, e insuportabil. Mi-e frică să intru în contact cu ele, ca şi cum ar fi nişte animale vii. Acum înţeleg: îmi amintesc mai bine ce-am simţit zilele trecute, pe malul mării, cînd ţineam în mînă piatra aceea. Era un fel de scîrbă dulceagă. Ce neplăcut era! Venea de la piatră, sunt sigur, trecea din piatră în mîinile mele. Da, asta e, chiar asta: un fel de greaţă în mîini.

Hell is other people

It is only in our decisions that we are important.

Alors c'est ça l'enfer. Je ne l'aurais jamais cru… Vous vous rappelez : le souffre, le bûcher, le gril.. Ah quelle plaisanterie. Pas besoin de gril, l'enfer c'est les autres.

Genius is what a man invents when he is looking for a way out.

I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me,
and I have followed the source of rivers towards their
source or plunged into forests, always making for other
cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and
I could never turn back any more than a record can spin
in reverse. And all that was leading me where ?
To this very moment...

Life has no meaning a priori … It is up to you to give it a meaning, and value is nothing but the meaning that you choose.

L'existentialiste, au contraire, pense qu'il est très gênant que Dieu n'existe pas, car avec lui disparaît toute possibilité de trouver des valeurs dans un ciel intelligible; il ne peut plus y avoir de bien a priori, puisqu'il n'y a pas de conscience infinie et parfaite pour le penser; il n'est écrit nulle part que le bien existe, qu'il faut être honnête, qu'il ne faut pas mentir, puisque précisément nous sommes sur un plan où il y a seulement des hommes.

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.

I can’t explain what I see. To anyone. There: I am quietly slipping into the water’s depths, towards fear. I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven’s name, why is it so important to think the same things all together.