Quotes About Existentialism

History has no single signification; what we do always has several senses, and this is how an existential conception of history is distinguished from both materialism and spiritualism.

Psychoanalysis is, indeed, in the final analysis, existential psychoanalysis, but not in Sartre's sense, that is to say, as revelation of a position taken by 'freedom,' but as revelation of intercorporeality, of the ego-others assembly such as it is realized by each, of the symbolic system set up in our machine for living.

Bodily functions take place in a psychic dimension. The digestive tube not only serves for digestion, but is also a manner of entering into relationship with the world.

The world according to Heidegger is like a prep school for Calvinists.

Das Göttliche ist Gottes Sache, das Menschliche Sache "des Menschen". Meine Sache ist weder das Göttliche noch das Menschliche, ist nicht das Wahre, Gute, Rechte, Freie usw., sondern allein das Meinige, und sie ist keine allgemeine, sondern ist - einzig, wie Ich einzig bin.

A minha causa é a causa de nada.

Because death is meaningless, civilised life as such is meaningless.

Tolstoi has given the simplest answer, with the words: 'Science is meaningless because it gives no answer to our question, the only question important for us: "What shall we do and how shall we live?"' That science does not give an answer to this is indisputable. The only question that remains is the sense in which science gives 'no' answer, and whether or not science might yet be of use to the one who puts the question correctly.

The ultimately possible attitudes toward life are irreconcilable, and hence their struggle can never be brought to a final conclusion.

Sve sam to ja, isitnjen, sav od komadi?a, od odsjaja, probljesaka, sav od slu?ajnosti, od nerapoznatih razloga, od smisla koji je postojao pa se zaturio, i sada više ne znam što sam u tom kršu.

Sve sam to ja, isitnjen, sav od komadi?a, od odsjaja, probljesaka, sav od slu?ajnosti, od neraspoznatih razloga, od smisla koji je postojao pa se zaturio, i sad više ne znam šta sam u tom kršu.

Perhaps the way to proceed is to think of life on Earth as a colossal joke, a creation of such immense stupidity that the only way to live is to laugh until you think your heart will break.

If anyone went on for a thousand years asking of life: 'Why are you living?' life, if it could answer, would only say, 'I live so that I may live.' That is because life lives out of its own ground and springs from its own source, and so it lives without asking why it is itself living.

Love is a mistake when we're all going to die any day now.

The common challenges of earning a living, maintaining a relationship and ageing are becoming battlegrounds of existential angst and self-loathing in a culture that demands conspicuous consumption, high-octane partnerships and perpetual youth.

'Hamlet' is one of the most dangerous things ever set down on paper. All the big, unknowable questions like what it is to be a human being the difference between sanity and insanity the meaning of life and death what's real and not real. All these subjects can literally drive you mad.

Sartre wrote after describing his epiphany that his life was nothing but a play, and he an actor in it

În via?? se poate întâmpla orice, ÅŸi mai ales nimic.

All I knew was that once again I found myself alone, with even less desire to live and nothing to look forward to but aggravations.

it's perfectly possible to live without expecting anything of life; in fact, it's the most common way.

Should I just die? The decision struck me as premature.

Y todas las teorías de la libertad, desde Gide a Sartre, no son sino inmoralidades concebidas por solteros irresponsables.

While I was waiting to die, I still had the Journal of Nineteenth-Century Studies.

Bloy was the ultimate weapon against the twentieth century, its mediocrity, its moronic 'engagement,' its cloying humanitarianism; against Sartre, and Camus, and all their political playacting; and against all those sickening formalists, the nouveau roman, the pointless absurdity of it all.