Quotes About Existentialism

In order not to have to resolve them, I have turned all my practical difficulties into theoretical ones. Faced with the Insoluble, I breathe at last. . . .

To exist is a state as little conceivable as its contrary. No, still more inconceivable.

get up in the morning, wash and then wait for some unforeseen variety of dread or depression.

Her insan?n içinde bir peygamber uyuklar ve o uyand???nda, dünyadaki kötülük biraz daha artar...

Gdziekolwiek si? rusz? - to samo odczucie nieprzynale?no?ci, bezu?ytecznej gry. Udaj? zainteresowanie czym?, co mnie zupe?nie nie obchodzi, kr?c? si? tu i tam, ale nigdy nie jestem "w ?rodku", w ?adnym okre?lonym miejscu. To, co mnie przyci?ga, znajduje si? gdzie? indziej, czym za? owo "gdzie indziej" jest - nie wiem.

When we have exhausted the pretexts which incite us to gaiety or melancholy, we come to the point of experiencing either one in a pure state: which is how we join the mad ...

As the years accumulate, we form an increasingly somber image of the future.

Getting up with my head full of plans, I would be working, I was sure of it, all morning long. No sooner had I sat down at my desk than the odious, vile, and persuasive refrain: "What do you expect of this world?" stopped me short. And I returned, as usual, to my bed with the hope of finding some answer, of going back to sleep...

De la vida tenemos que hacer un soneto —o ahorcarnos.

What's wrong--what's the matter with you?' Nothing, nothing's the matter, I've merely taken a leap outside my fate, and now I don't know where to turn, what to run for....

I feel completely detached from any country, any group. I am a metaphysically displaced person

It's not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.

The only minds which seduce us are the minds which have destroyed themselves trying to give their lives a meaning.

To be a Raskolnikov — without the excuse of murder.

Every tormented "Occidental" suggests a Dostoyevskian hero with a bank account.

The feeling of being ten thousand years behind, or ahead, of the others, of belonging to the beginnings or to the end of humanity...

Did they relish their role as undesirables? Did they seek to be alone on earth in principle?

Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?

I seriously ask myself, What is the meaning of all this? Why raise questions, throw lights, or see shadows? Wouldn't it be better if I buried my tears in the sand on a seashore in utter solitude? But I never cried, because my tears have always turned into thoughts. And my thoughts are as bitter as tears.

but let us remember that lucidity is a condition peculiar to those who by their incapacity to love are as isolated from others as from themselves.

To exist is to profit by our share of unreality, to be quickened by each contact with the void that is within.

Everywhere I stumbled against future victims of the noose, against their imminent shadows: other men's lives wore no mystery for The One who scrutinized them through my eyes.

It's not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.

The emphasis on birth is no more than the craving for the insoluble carried to the point of insanity.