Quotes About Philosophy

A maioria das vezes, por não se ligarem a palavras, meus pensamentos permanecem nebulosos. Desenham formas vagas e agradáveis, submergem: esqueço-os imediatamente.

Yo no tengo tribulaciones, dispongo de dinero como un rentista, no tengo jefe, ni mujer, ni hijos; existo, eso es todo. Y esta tribulación es tan vaga, tan metafísica, que me da vergüenza.

The only being which can be called free is the being which nihilates its being.

Varl??? bir rezaletti ve daha sonra üstüne alaca?? sorumluluklar bu rezaleti doÄŸrulamaya yetecekti.

But you have to choose: live or tell.

All these objects... how can I explain? They inconvenienced me; I would have liked the to exist less strongly, more dryly, in a more abstract way, with more reserve.

I am sure that fifteen minutes would be enough to reach supreme self-contempt. No thank you, I want none of that.

AÄŸac?n çevresinde depreÅŸip duran bütün bu var olanlar, hiçbir yerden gelmiyor ve hiçbir yere gitmiyorlard?. Birden var oluyorlar ve sonra birden varoluÅŸtan kesiliyorlard?: VaroluÅŸ bellekten yoksundur, kaybolmuÅŸlarla ilgili tek bir an?s? bile yoktur. Her yanda varoluÅŸ, bitimsiz, fazladan, her yerde ve her zaman varoluÅŸ; ancak yine varoluÅŸla s?n?rlanan varoluÅŸ!

By extending the idea of natural law to the economic sphere - an inevitable but fundamental error - they (18th century philosophes) both secularized the economy and converted it into a domain external to man: a system of inflexible laws whose constraints permitted no modification.

Ben onun gibi umutsuz deÄŸilim, çünkü beklediÄŸim fazla bir ÅŸey yok. Ben daha çok...bana verilmiÅŸ, hem de bir hiç için verilmiÅŸ olan hayat kar??s?nda ÅŸa??rm?? durumday?m.

U mojim rukama, na primer, ima ne?eg novog, izvestan na?in na koji uzimam lulu ili viljušku. Ili pak sad viljuška ima izvestan na?in na koji se da uzeti, ne znam.

His blue cotton shirt stands out joyfully against a chocolate-coloured wall. That too brings on the Nausea. The Nausea is not inside me: I feel it OUT THERE in the wall, in the suspenders, everywhere around me. It makes itself one with the café, I am the one who is within IT.

Hayat?m?n anlar?n?n, hat?rlanan bir hayat?n anlar? gibi birbirini izlemesini istemiÅŸtim. Zaman? kuyruÄŸundan yakalamaya kalk??man?n böyle bir önemi olabilirdi.

Nu-mi simt trupul, m-a cucerit puritatea lucrurilor care m? înconjoar?; nimic nu e viu; vântul sufl?, linii drepte alearg? în noapte.

could we not conceive of a philosophy of existence linked, not solely to experiences of separation, forlornness, and profound melancholy, but also to feelings of hope and confidence?

We all wish we did not exist. It is a state where we have no choice. This is because when you have a choice comes responsibility and anxiety.

The existentialist cannot accept that man can be helped by any sign on earth, for he will interpret the sign as he chooses.

A search for justification and the impossibility of justification are recurrent motifs in the philosophy of Sartre. His philosophy is one of the incarnations of problematism and of the ambiguity of contemporary thought (for Man does seem, to the contemporary mind, to be ambiguous).

Revolutionary man must be a contingent being, unjustifiable but free, entirely immersed in the society that oppresses him, but capable of transcending this society by his effort to change it. Idealism mystifies him in that it binds him by rights and values that are already given; it conceals from him his power to devise roads of his own. But materialism also mystifies him, by depriving him of his freedom. The revolutionary philosophy must be a philosophy of transcendence.

incident. "Nothing new." I admire the way we can lie, putting reason on our side. Evidently, nothing new has happened, if you care to put it that way:

Veo el porvenir. Está allí, en la calle, apenas más pálido que el presente. ¿Qué necesidad tiene de realizarse?¿Qué ganará con ello?

Varolu?, insan?n s?yr?lamad??? bir doluluktur.

The existentialist portrays a coward as one who makes himself a coward by his actions, a hero who makes himself heroic.

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