Jean-Paul Sartre Quotes

Some of these days,
Oh, you'll miss me honey

وكان الأبطال يكافؤون ويكرمون ويعجب بهم ويتلقون المال.وكانت الفتاه تقع في حب المستكشف الذي أنقذ حياتها,وكل شيء كان ينتهي بالزواج .لقد استنتجت من هذه المجلات ومن هذه الكتب ..خيالي المستقر في أعماقي وهو التفاءل

چنان تنهایی وحشتناکی احساس می‌کردم که خیال خودکشی به سرم زد. چیزی که جلویم را گرفت، این فکر بود که هیچ‌کس، مطلقاً هیچ‌کس، از مرگم متأثر نخواهد شد و من در مرگ خیلی تنهاتر از زندگی خواهم بود.

Love or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to love — or to hatred; himself, his house, his land, his memories.

For the artist, the color, the bouquet, the tinkling of the spoon on the saucer, are things in the highest degree. He stops at the quality of the sound or the form. He returns to it constantly and is enchanted with it.

A human being who wakened in the morning with a queesy stomach, with fifteen hours to kill before next bedtime, had not much use for freedom.

You cling so tightly to your purity, my lad! How terrified you are of sullying your hands. Well, go ahead then, stay pure! What good will it do, and why even bother coming here among us? Purity is a concept of fakirs and friars. But you, the intellectuals, the bourgeois anarchists, you invoke purity as your rationalization for doing nothing. Do nothing, don’t move, wrap your arms tight around your body, put on your gloves. As for myself, my hands
are dirty. I have plunged my arms up to the elbows in excrement and blood. And what else should one do? Do you suppose that it is possible to govern
innocently?

Human feeling. That's beyond my range. I'm rotten to the core

I am alone in this white, garden-rimmed street. Alone and free. But this freedom is rather like death.

On meurt toujours trop tôt — ou trop tard. Et cependant la vie est là, terminée: le trait est tiré, il faut faire la somme. Tu n'es rien d'autre que ta vie.

The appearance of the other in the world corresponds therefore to a congealed sliding of the whole universe.

We have so much difficulty imagining nothingness.

Freedom is what we do with what is done to us

J'ai envie de partir, de m'en aller quelque part où je serais vraiment à ma place, où je m'emboîterais... Mais ma place n'est nulle part; je suis de trop.

القيم الأخلاقية غامضة غير محددة، وهى تمتد إلى ما لا نهاية.