Quotes from Jean-Paul Sartre

Il faut un double soleil pour éclairer le fond de la bêtise humaine.

Man must create his own essence: it is in throwing himself into the world, suffering there, struggling there, that he gradually defines himself.

Descoperind c? sunt mic,n-am mai cunoscut decât o singur? lege:s? m? ca??r. Am devenit tr?d?tor ÅŸi am r?mas tr?d?tor.În zadar m? implic total în ceea ce fac,m? d?ruiesc f?r? preget muncii,maniei,prieteniei,peste o clip? am s? m? reneg,o ÅŸtiu,ÅŸi m? tr?dez de pe acum,în plin? pasiune voioas? a viitoarei mele tr?d?ri.

From one end to another in this war, we did not recognize our actions, we were not able to vindicate their consequences. The evil was everywhere, every choice was a bad choice, and yet it was necessary to choose and we are responsible. Every heartbeat thrust us into a guiltiness that horrified us.

L'homme n'est rien d'autre que son projet, il n'existe que dans la mesure où il se réalise, il n'est donc rien d'autre que l'ensemble de ses actes, rien d'autre que sa vie.

Je parcours la salle du regard, et un violent dégoût m'envahi. Que fais-je ici? Qu'ai-je été me mêler de discourir sur l'humanisme? Pourquoi ces gens sont-ils là? Pourquoi mangent-ils? C'est vrai qu'ils ne savent pas, eux, qu'ils existent. 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.

Ce qu'il y a, c'est que je pense très rarement; alors une foule de petites métamorphoses s'accumulent en moi sans que j'y prenne garde et puis, un beau jour, il se produit une véritable révolution. C'est ce qui a donné à ma vie cet aspect heurté, incohérent.

È vero che non sei responsabile di quello che sei, ma sei responsabile di quello che fai di ciò che sei.

Yet he loved, he wanted to live, he saw himself dying; that is enough to make a whole man. Il a aimé, pourtant, il a voulu vivre, il s'est vu mourir; cela suffit pour faire tout un homme.

time. The old woman reaches the corner of the street, no more than a bundle of black clothes. All right then, it's new, she wasn't there a little while ago. But it's a tarnished deflowered newness, which can never surprise. She is going to turn the corner, she turns—during an eternity. I tear myself from the window

Who also accuse existentialism of being too gloomy, it makes me wonder if what they are really annoyed about is not its pessimism, but rather its optimism.

This joy was used up a long time ago. Will it be reborn today?

She takes her pleasure and I am no more for her than if I had never met her; she has suddenly emptied herself of me, and all other consciousness in the world has also emptied itself of me.

Ä°nsanlar hikâyecilikten kurtulamaz, kendi hikâyeleri ve baÅŸkalar?n?n hikâyeleri aras?nda yaÅŸar. Ba??na gelen her ÅŸeyi hikâyeler içinden görür. Hayat?n?, sanki anlat?yormuÅŸ gibi yaÅŸamaya çal???r.

At the age of twenty, without experience or advice, my mother was torn between two moribund creatures. Her marriage of convenience found its truth in sickness and mourning... Upon the death of my father, Anne-Marie and I awoke from a common nightmare. I got better. But we were both victims of a misunderstanding: she returned lovingly to the child she had never left; I regained consciousness in the lap of a stranger.

Man is defined as the choices he must make. Very well. Above all else, he exists in the present moment, and beyond natural determinism; he does not define himself prior to his existence, but does so according to his individual present.

Le génie n'est qu'un prêt: il faut le mériter par de grandes souffrances, par des épreuves modestement, fermement traversées; on finit par entendre des voix et l'on écrit sous la dictée.

I am free. I haven't a single reason for living left.

everything I like, on the rust of the construction girders, on the rotten boards of the fence, a miserly, uncertain light falls, like the look you give, after a sleepless night, on decisions made with enthusiasm the day before

Quieres creer en mí? Te querría entonces más que a mí mismo.

Thus we have neither behind us, nor before us in a luminous realm of values, any means of justification or excuse. We are left alone, without excuse.

I am rather...astonished at this life which is given to me- given for nothing

There is a kind of overflowing in the world of 'things': there is, at every moment, always infinitely more than we can see; to exhaust the richness of my current perception would take an infinite time.

Somos aquello que hacemos con lo que hicieron de nosotros.