Quotes from Jean Paul Sartre

A mo?e nikt nie rozumie w?asnej twarzy?

To do?wiadczenie zawodowe: lekarze, ksi??a, urz?dnicy i oficerowie znaj? si? na cz?owieku tak, jakby go stworzyli.

Ich najlepsze historie opowiadajÄ… o nierozwa?nych, o oryginaÅ'ach, którzy zostali ukarani. No bo tak: tak wÅ'aÅ›nie jest i nikt nie po wie, ?e jest inaczej.

MdÅ'oÅ›ci nie znajdujÄ… siÄ™ we mnie: czujÄ™ je tam na Å›cianie, na szelkach, wszÄ™dzie wokóÅ' mnie. ??czÄ… siÄ™ z kawiarniÄ…, to ja znajdujÄ™ siÄ™ w nich.

I exist. It's sweet, so sweet, so slow. And light: you'd think it floated all by itself. It stirs. It brushes by me, melts and vanishes. Gently, gently. There is bubbling water in my mouth. I swallow. It slides down my throat, it caresses me—and now it comes up again into my mouth. For ever I shall have a little pool of whitish water in my mouth—lying low—grazing my tongue. And this pool is still me. And the tongue. And the throat is me.

This profound interest which she brings to my eternal essence and her total indifference to all that can happen to me in this life—and then this curious affectation, at once charming and pedantic—and this way of suppressing from the very outset all the mechanical formulas of politeness, friendship, all that makes relationships between people easier, forever obliging her partners to invent a rôle.

I do not think therefore I am a moustache

Podobno bardzo onieÅ›miela ludzi, gdy? nigdy nic nie mówi.

Gustavo Solivellas dice: Felicidad no es hacer lo que uno quiere sino querer lo que uno hace (Jean Paul Sartre)

Un Hombre es todo lo que hace, con lo que hicieron de el.

La pasividad de una cosa espacio temporal se constituye a partir de su relatividad existencial.Una existencia relativa no puede ser más que pasiva puesto que la menor actividad la liberaria de lo relativo y lo constituiría en lo absoluto.

Ali ta sloboda pomalo li?i na smrt.

On peut toujours faire quelque chose de ce que l'on a fait de nous. »

I have just related the story of a missed vocation: I needed God, He was given to me, I received Him without realizing that I was seeking Him. Failing to take root in my heart, He vegetated in me for a while, then He died. Whenever anyone speaks to me about Him today, I say, with the easy amusement of an old beau who meets a former belle: Fifty years ago, had it not been for that misunderstanding, that mistake, the accident that separated us, there might have been something between us.

Io sono per sempre condannato ad esistere al di là della mia essenza, al di là del moventi e del motivi della mia azione, sono condannato ad essere libero. E ciò significa che non è possibile trovare alla libertà altri limiti oltre se stessa, o, se si preferisce, che non siamo liberi di cessare di essere liberi.

Where shall I keep mine? you don't put your past in your pocket; you have to have a house. I have only my body: a man entirely alone, with his lonely body, cannot indulge in memories; they pass through him. I shouldn't complain: all I wanted was to be free.

But to what extent did I believe in my delirium? That's the basic question, and yet I can't tell. I realized later that we can know everything about our attachments except their force, that is, their sincerity.

Llegaba a aceptar que Mateo no fuera más que una etapa de su vida- y esto era ya bastante duro-pero no podía soportar ser él una etapa en la vida de Mateo.

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.

On this Earth that bleeds, all joy is obscene, and all happy men must live alone.

Nothingness stands at the origin of negative judgment because it is itself negation. It founds the negation as an act because it is the negation of being.

Atunci când tr?ieÅŸti, nu se întâmpl? nimic. Decorul se schimb?, oamenii intr? sau ies, asta e totul. Începuturi nu exist? niciodat?. Zilele se adaug? la alte zile f?r? rim? ÅŸi f?r? motiv, e o adiÅ£iune interminabil? ÅŸi monotona. Nici sfârÅŸit nu exist?; nimeni nu p?r?seÅŸte vreodat? o femeie, un prieten, un oraÅŸ dintr-o dat?.

Lola was beside him , soft and very warm, and Boris could not bring himself to utter the slightest word, his voice was dead. 'Just as though I were dumb.' It was delicious, his voice was floating at the far end of his throat, soft as cotton, and could not emerge, for it was dead.

Am vrut ca toate clipele vieÈ›ii mele s? se succead? È™i s? se orânduiasc? asemeni celor dintr-o via?? de care-È›i aminteÈ™ti. E ca È™i cum ai vrea s? încerci a prinde timpul de coad?.