Quotes About Existentialism

I feel that my life is devoid of meaning and I no longer see any reason in the acts I perform or the words I say, and it astonishes me that other people can move about outside this nightmare of mine... that they can act and speak.

Ed ecco perché lui se ne stava tutto il giorno in campagna. Solo, tra gli alberi e con la distesa sterminata del mare sotto gli occhi, come da un'infinita lontananza, nel fruscio lungo e lieve di quegli alberi, nel borboglio cupo e lento di quel mare s'era abituato a sentire la vanità di tutto e il tedio angoscioso della vita.

Who was I? Was I, I?

solidariedade do aborrecimento humano. como é que este capítulo escapou a Aristóteles

Why am I here, says the silence, what have I done, echoes the emptiness, why have I ruined myself in this wilful manner, chuckles the money in the till, why have I been brought so low, wheedles the thoroughfare, to which the only answer was—The square gave him no answer.

Dread is a sympathetic antipathy and an antipathetic sympathy.

Explain me to myself, you'll make me choke on my lunch. Feel sympathy for me, I'll puke monkey blood on your understated shoes.

He llegado al punto en que ya me da lo mismo morir que seguir viviendo. La Tierra seguirá dando vueltas aunque yo no esté.

You have broken down all formal order, grooves, more than anyone I know outside of Dostoevsky's books.

P.S. The excerpts will follow in the next mail. Just read Unamuno! My Unamuno! Where is that tragic sense of life? I want it. I may write on Gide's Dostoevsky tomorrow. Everything is stirring in me—Fraenkel, Proust, Unamuno, Osborn, Lawrence

as I have the tragic sense of life these days

Existing is occupation enough.

Why do I feel this alone? Basically, because I've always been alone. I've always been alone. And alone I'll be. It's about time I become aware of it and never forget it.

And finally: Who are we when we're not ourselves?

And after all, belief was a beautiful thing. That was the trouble with atheists (Kate thought); they might be right, but their unbelief was utilitarian, bleak, like a Brutalist building.

hidup yang tak teruji tak layak dijalani

That's what existence means: draining one's own self dry without the sense of thirst.

I am neither virgin nor priest enough to play with the inner life.

A human being who wakened in the morning with a queesy stomach, with fifteen hours to kill before next bedtime, had not much use for freedom.

Hell is other people

we are abandoned in the world ... in the sense that we find ourselves suddenly alone and without help. Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.

Lo que me asombra es sentirme tan triste y tan cansado.

Lo que pasa es que rara vez pienso; entonces sin darme cuenta, se acumula en mí una multitud de pequeñas metamorfosis, y un buen día se produce una verdadera revolución. Es lo que ha dado a mi vida este aspecto desconcertante, incoherente.

En el fondo, ¿qué busco? No sé.