Quotes About Existentialism

I want to be good, do good, be a worker among workers, a friend among friends. But there's also this part of me that is so dissatisfied with everything. If I'm not living on the verge of death, I feel like I'm not really living.

He understood only then how you could love someone, how you could be proud of someone, simply because the were, simply because they existed.

Maybe nothing has worried and embittered me so much like the fact that life apparently has no other purpose than life.

Human problems are neither exactly definable, nor remotely solvable. He who expects Christianity to solve them has ceased to be a Christian.

The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night.

Hermann Hesse a raison de dire que les textes de Kafka ne sont ni religieux, ni métaphysiques, ni moraux , mais simplement poétiques. (p. 250)

Ben ölmek istemiyorum, ya?amak ve herkesin burnundan getirmek istiyorum, bu nedenle mutlak bir yaln?zl??a mahkum edildim.

Siyah çerçeveli ciddi bir ilân: bu kitap ne ciddi kavgalar?n, ne büyük ve yayg?n s?k?nt?lar?n, ne de ezilen insanlar?n roman?d?r; bu kitap, mustarip bir ruhun iç çeki?lerinin roman?d?r. Sizlere hizmetten ?eref duyan yay?nevimiz iftiharla sunar: Tutunamayanlar.

Ben bir noktaysam... odan?n ortas?nda durdu. ?u anda odan?n kö?egenlerinin kesim noktas?nda bulunuyorum. Bütün kö?elere sesleniyorum: içinizden birinde kalm?? bir tutunamayan var m??

that the Ukrainian choice is a choice between nonexistence and an existence that kills you, and that all of our hapless literature is merely a cry of someone pinned down by a beam in a building after an earthquake—I'm here! I'm still alive!—but, unfortunately, the rescue teams are taking their time and on your own—how the hell are you supposed to get out?

Sometimes I feel as if we're living inside a tomb, a large, spacious one for lots of people. I looked at the world wreathed in gray Murk, cold and nasty. The prison is not outside, but inside each of us. Perhaps we simply don't know how to live without it.

Now we have no God. We have had two: the old God that our fathers handed down to us, that we hated, and never liked; the new one that we made for ourselves, that we loved; but now he has flitted away from us, and we see what he was made of -- the shadow of our highest ideal, crowned and throned. Now we have no God.

Out in the street again, Harriet attempted philosophy: 'Wherever one is,' she said, 'the only thing certain is that nothing is certain.

they have become notable features of the heart of modern darkness: no givens, no rules and no limits.

I could believe in hell, but it was impossible for me to believe in the existence of heaven.

The more I think of it, the less I understand. All I feel are the assaults of apprehension and terror at the thought that I am the only one who is entirely unlike the rest. It is almost impossible for me to converse with other people. What should I talk about, how should I say it?— I don't know.

Disqualified as a human being. I had now ceased utterly to be a human being.

I wonder if there is anyone who is not depraved. A wearisome thought. I want money. Unless I have it.... In my sleep, a natural death!

By living this way, what will my fortune be? There is nothing. Am I simply a sickly man? What should I do? I had no direction, nothing. I thought that this reckless life of mine was only a nuisance to others and devoid of meaning. This was quite hard to bear.

I have no choice. I am a person with no reason to live. I know my lot. Yes, it would be great to die one day sooner.

Nevertheless, I still wait for someone. Who on earth am I waiting for, sitting here everyday? For what sort of person? Maybe what I'm waiting for isn't even a human. I dislike humans. No, I fear them. When I meet someone and indifferently exchange such greetings as 'How are you?' or 'It's become cold', greetings I don't want to make, I somehow get the unpleasant feeling that there is no such horrible liar in the whole world as I, and I wish I were dead.

And yet, in some instances… No, I don't even know that… The more I think of it, the less I understand. All I feel are the assaults of apprehension and terror at the thought that I am the only one who is entirely unlike the rest. It is almost impossible for me to converse with other people. What should I talk about, how should I say it?— I don't know.

All I feel are the assaults of apprehension and terror at the thought that I am the only one who is entirely unlike the rest.

Toplum nedir ki? ?nsanlar?n ço?ulu mu? Bu toplum denilen ?ey somut olarak nerededir? Yine de her nas?lsa, ?iddetli, sert, korkutucu bir kavram oldu?unu dü?ünerek ya?am??t?m hep.