Quotes from Jean-Paul Sartre

Faith, even when profound, is never complete. It has to be endlessly sustained or, at least, preserved from destruction.

Pero en el seno mismo de ese éxtasis, acababa de aparecer algo nuevo: yo comprendía la Náusea, la poesía.

S pogledom objamem prostor in prevzame me strašen stud. Kaj delam tu? Zakaj sem se spustil v to prerekanje o humanizmu? Zakaj so ti ljudje tu? Zakaj jedo? Res je, ne vedo, da bivajo. Želim si oditi, želim iti nekam, kjer bi bil zares na svojem mestu, kjer bi se lahko nekam uvrstil. Mojega mesta pa ni nikjer; odve? sem

por definición, la existencia no es la necesidad. Existir es estar ahí, simplemente; los existentes aparecen.

A work of art is only a page torn from a life. It expresses this life, of course, but it could have very well not expressed it. No matter, for everything has the same value, whether it be writing The Possessed or drinking a cup of coffee.

If existence really does precede essence, there is no explaining things away by reference to a fixed and given human nature. In other words, there is no determinism, man is free, man is freedom. On the other hand, if God does not exist, we find no values or commands to turn to which legitimize our conduct. So, in the bright realm of values, we have no excuse behind us, nor justification before us. We are alone, with no excuses.

Neither sad nor gay is the desert—a boundless waste of sand under a burning waste of sky.

a man is more of a man because of what he does not say than what he does say.

Non ci si può mettere il passato in tasca; bisogna avere una casa per sistemarvelo. Io non possiedo che il mio corpo; un uomo completamente solo, col suo corpo soltanto, non può fermare i ricordi, gli passano attraverso. Non dovrei lagnarmi: il mio solo desiderio è stato d'esser libero.

Pretutindeni aceleaÅŸi strig?te de spaim? ÅŸi aceeaÅŸi harababur?, aceeaÅŸi goan? neagr? ÅŸi greoaie pe str?zile unde lumina îÅ£i ia ochii, pfiu! Str?zile astea pustii, aerul care tremur? ÅŸi soarele ?sta... Exist? ceva mai sinistru ca soarele?

L'homme est condamné à être libre (Manusia dikutuk untuk menjadi bebas)

Aujourd'hui encore, je ne puis voir sans plaisir un enfant trop sérieux parler gravement, tendrement à sa mère enfant; j'aime ces douces amitiés sauvages qui naissent loin des hommes et contre eux. Je regarde longuement ces couples puérils et puis je me rappelle que je suis un homme et je détourne la tête.

Existence is a fullness which man can never abandon.

his judgment went through me like a sword and questioned my very right to exist. And it was true, I had always realized it; I hadn't the right to exist.

At the same time, I learned that you always lose. Only the rascals think they win.

If values are vague, and if they are always too broad for the concrete and specific case that we are considering, the only thing left for us is to trust our instincts.

You might think that there's some authority you could look for to answers, but all of the authorities you can think of are fake.

here we are, all of us, eating and drinking to preserve our precious existence, and that there's nothing, nothing, absolutely no reason for existing.

I scraped my heel against this black claw: I wanted to peel off some of the bark. For no reason at all, out of defiance, to make the bare pink appear absurd on the tanned leather: to play with the absurdity of the world. But, when I drew my heel back, I saw that the bark was still black.

Cand albii vorbesc intre ei fara sa se cunoasca, inseamna ca pe un negru il pandeste moartea.

I was neither a grandfather, nor a father, nor even a husband. I didn't vote, I scarcely paid any taxes; I couldn't lay claim to the rights of a tax-payer, nor to those of an elector, nor even to the humble right to honour which twenty years of obedience confer on an employee. My existence was beginning to cause me serious concern. Was I a mere figment of the imagination?

black, like the circle, did not exist.

Cand aveam 20 de ani m? îmb?tam ÅŸi pe urm? explicam c? sunt un tip în genul lui Descartes. SimÅ£eam c? m? umflu de eroism, îmi d?deam frîu liber, îmi pl?cea. Dup? care, a doua zi, eram la fel de scîrbit ca ÅŸi cînd m-aÅŸ fi trezit într-un pat plin de v?rs?turi. Ieri n-aveam nici m?car scuza beÅ£iei. M-am exaltat ca un imbecil. Am nevoie s? m? cur?? cu gînduri abstracte, transparente ca apa.

Il ne s'agit pas de choisit son époque, mais de se choisir en elle.