Jean-Paul Sartre Quotes

What sort of adventures?' I asked him, astonished.

‘All sorts, Monsieur. Getting on the wrong train. Stopping in an unknown city. Losing your briefcase, being arrested by mistake, spending the night in prison. Monsieur, I believe the word adventure could be defined: an event out of the ordinary without being necessarily extraordinary.

من می‌دانم که خوبی دشوارتر از بدی است. بدی فقط وابسته به من بود، درصورتی‌که خوبی وابسته به همه است.

To exist is to create your own life.

El hombre no es nada más que su proyecto, no existe más que en la medida en que se realiza, no es, por lo tanto, más que el conjunto de sus actos, nada más que su vida.

She is dearer to me than life. But her suffering comes from within, and only she can rid herself of it. For she is free.

For the moment, the jazz is playing; there is no melody, just notes, a myriad of tiny tremors. The notes know no rest, an inflexible order gives birth to them then destroys them, without ever leaving them the chance to recuperate and exist for themselves.... I would like to hold them back, but I know that, if I succeeded in stopping one, there would only remain in my hand a corrupt and languishing sound. I must accept their death; I must even want that death: I know of few more bitter or intense impressions.

Moi, je ne tiens pas les rancunes et j'avoue tout, complaisamment : pour l'autocritique, je suis doué, à la condition qu'on ne prétende pas me l'imposer.

Başlangıç olmadığı gibi, son da yoktur. Bir kadın, bir dost, bir kent bir kerede terk edilemez. Hepsi birbirine benzer zaten.

Дальше я не слушаю – они меня раздражают. Они будут спать вместе. Они это знают. Каждый из них знает, что другой это знает.

One could only damage oneself through the harm one did to others. One could never get directly at oneself.

When I can't see myself I begin to wonder if I really and truly exist. I pat myself just to make sure, but it doesn't help much.

پولدارهای شهر بر ضد اسقف اعظم که ارباب پولدار آنهاست شورش کرده‌اند، وقتی پولدارها باهم می‌جنگند فقیرها باید کشته بشوند.

Je suis condamné à être libre.

I grasp at each second, trying to suck it dry: nothing happens which I do not seize, which I do not fix forever in myself, nothing, neither the fugitive tenderness of those lovely eyes, nor the noises of the street, nor the false dawn of early morning: and even so the minute passes and I do not hold it back, I like to see it pass.

Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth.