Jean-Paul Sartre Quotes

You exaggerate everything. You continually force the truth because you're always looking for something.

My thought is me: that’s why I can’t stop. I exist because I think … and I can’t stop myself from thinking. At this very moment — it’s frightful — if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire: the hatred, the disgust of existing, there are as many ways to make myself exist, to thrust myself into existence. Thoughts are born at the back of me, like sudden giddiness, I feel them being born behind my head … if I yield, they’re going to come round in front of me, between my eyes — and I always yield, the thought grows and grows and there it is, immense, filling me completely and renewing my existence.

It is certain that we cannot escape anguish, for we are anguish.

My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I'm going to sleep.

I had been born in order to fill
the great need I had of myself.

Once they have slept together they will have to find something else to veil the enormous absurdity of their existence.

A man rarely feels like laughing alone.

All I want is' - and he uttered the final words through clenched teeth and with a sort of shame - 'to retain my freedom.'

I should myself have thought,' said Jacques, 'that freedom consisted in frankly confronting situations into which one had deliberately entered, and accepting all one's responsibilities. But that, no doubt, is not your view.

Naturally, in the course of my life I have made lots of mistakes, large and small, for one reason or another, but at the heart of it all, every time I made a mistake it was because I was not radical enough.

it was odd, he thought, that a man could hate himself as though he were someone else.

I construct my memories with my present. I am lost, abandoned in the present. I try in vain to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.

I had spent my time counterfeiting eternity...

از همه اندوهگین تر کسی است که از همه بیشتر می خندد

My memories are like coins in the devil's purse: when you open it you find only dead leaves.

اليوم...إنني وحيد وحدة قاتلة والبارحة...وحيد أيضا وماقبل البارحة إني أيضا كنت وحيد وهكذا أعيش حياتي مصارعا كل ليلة روتين حياتي المقيت والمقزز والذي ينتهي كل ليلة بالأنتصار علي دافعاً إياي للذهاب للنوم خافضاً رأسي أمام كل أشياء المنزل الموجودين وجوداً مصطنعاً والذين يسخرون مني و يستهزؤن من أنني أنا أيضا مثلهم لم أستطع أن أحقق وجودي وأهزم العدم المطلق قي حياتي وبذلك أكون مثلهم موجوداً وجوداً زائداً في الحياة