Quotes About Existence

They bear the responsibility for a world which is not the work of a strange power, but of themselves, where their defeats are inscribed, and their victories as well.

But it is not solipsistic, since the individual is define only by her relationship to the world and to other individuals; she exists only by transcending herself, and her freedom can be achieved only through the freedom of others.

Así, todo esfuerzo del hombre por establecer una relación con el infinito es vana. No puede entrar en relación con Dios, sino a través de la humanidad, y en la humanidad, no alcanza jamás sino a ciertos hombres, y no puede crear sino situaciones limitadas. Si sueña con dilatarse al infinito, se pierde rápidamente. Se pierde en sueños pues, de hecho, no deja de estar ahí, de testimoniar por sus proyectos infinitos su presencia finita.

A long life filled with laughter, tears, quarrels, embraces, confessions, silences, and sudden impulses of the heart: and yet sometimes it seems that time has not moved by at all. The future still stretches out to infinity.

Life is occupied in both perpetuating itself and in surpassing itself; if all it does is maintain itself, then living is only not dying, and human existence is indistinguishable from an absurd vegetation; a life justifies itself only if its effort to perpetuate itself is integrated into its surpassing and if this surpassing has no other limits than those which the subject assigns himself.

It is useless to try to integrate life and death and to behave rationally in the presence of something that is not rational : each must manage as well as he can in the tumult of his feelings.

The Other is singularly defined according to the singular way the One chooses to posit himself.

Ik kóós het bestaan niet, maar ik besta. Een ongerijmdheid die verantwoordelijk voor zichzelf is, dát ben ik.

If we do not love life on our own account and through others, it is futile to seek to justify it in any way.

Scents, patterns of light and shade, winds and hurricanes — all pulsed inwardly through my own sinews and veins: so much so, indeed, that the throb of my blood stream, the swarming growth of my cells, the whole mystery of life housed within me seemed to be echoed by the shrilling cicadas, the gusts of wind that shook the trees, and the faint crunch of the moss as I trod it underfoot.

The fact of being a human being is infinitely more important than all the singularities that distinguish human beings;

Sí yo mismo no fuera sino una cosa, nada en efecto me concerniría; si me encierro en mí mismo, el otro está también cerrado para mí; la existencia inerte de las cosas es separación y soledad.

Es mío solamente aquello en lo que reconozco mi ser y no puedo reconocerlo sino ahí donde estoy comprometido; para que un objeto me pertenezca, es preciso que haya sido fundado por mí: no es totalmente mío si no lo he fundado en su totalidad. La única realidad que me pertenece enteramente es pues, mi acto.

Mis relaciones con las cosas no están dadas, no son fijas; las creo minuto a minuto, algunas mueren, algunas nacen y otras resucitan. Sin cesar cambian.

Cependant c'est là le premier mensonge, la première trahison de la femme: c'est celle de la vie même qui, fût-elle revêtue des formes les plus attrayantes, est toujours habitée par les ferments de la vieillesse et de la mort.

Á chaque instant il peut saisir la vérité intemporelle de son existence; mais entre le passé qui n'est plus, et l'avenir qui n'est pas encore, cet instant où il existe n'est rien.

C'est dans la connaissance des conditions authentiques de notre vie qu'il nous faut puiser la force de vivre et des raisons d'agir

Exister, c'est oser se jeter dans le monde. »

Es una realidad que la historia de la humanidad es hermosa, es una pena que la del humano sea tan triste.

La tierra está a mi alrededor como una vasta hipótesis que ya no verifico.

Exister authentiquement ce n'est pas nier le mouvement spontané de ma transcendance, mais seulement refuser de me perdre en lui

Distesa su un prato, contemplavo, proprio all'altezza del mio occhio, l'accavallarsi dei fili d'erba, tutti identici, ciascuno affondato nella minuscola giungla che gli nascondeva tutti gli altri. Questa ripetizione indefinita dell'ignoranza, dell'indifferenza, equivaleva alla morte. Levai gli occhi alla quercia; dominava il paesaggio e non aveva eguali. Io sarei stata come lei.

From the hour you're born you begin to die. But between birth and death there's life.

To exist genuinely is not to deny this spontaneous movement of my transcendence, but only to refuse to lose myself in it.