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… - Jean-Paul Sartre
" "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.
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About Jean-Paul Sartre
Jean-Paul Charles Aymard Sartre (21 June 1905 – 15 April 1980), normally known simply as Jean-Paul Sartre, was a French existentialist philosopher, dramatist and screenwriter, novelist, and critic. He had an enduring personal relationship with fellow philosopher Simone de Beauvoir.
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