Quotes About Existentialism

We all sat there and looked at each other and didn't look at each other. We chewed gum, drank coffee, went into restrooms, urinated, slept. We sat on the hard benches and smoked cigarettes we didn't want to smoke. We looked at each other and didn't like what we saw.

Jag föddes för att kränga rosor på de dödas avenyer

Mailman, you got any mail for me?" And you felt like screaming, "Lady, how the hell do I know who you are or I am or anybody is?

Getting out of bed in the morning was the same as facing the blank wall of the Universe.

I found trouble, but the rest of what I was looking for, I haven't found that yet. maybe we find it when we die. maybe we don't. you've got your books of philosophy, your priest, your preacher, your scientist, so don't ask me.

You can't beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes.

Dostoyevsky crucified on the roulette wheel with Christ on his mind

People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice.

I don't want to save the World, I don't even want to save me. We're so boring that we don't event want to save ourselves…There's nothing left to say, we're so fucking boring. Let it die I say. Let there be a new beginning…It's awful. Goodnight!

Aeg oli seisma jäänud ja eksistents oli väljakannatamatu.

Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat.

La vida, tan fea como parece, quizá merezca vivirse tres o cuatro días más.

The poem's not fragile. You can beat on it. It's got good traction. Paraphrased, its four stanzas go like this: 1. You're fucked. 2. We're all fucked. 3. Why? 4. Let's eat lunch.

All men are islands, surrounded by the bottomless oceans of unthinking night.

Although I am unconvinced that I desire life, I am not yet ready to embrace death.

We are in the grip of what Kierkegaard called sickness unto death - the numbing of the soul by despair that leads to moral and physical debasement.

Modern man is probably a more humiliated and depressed creature than he dares to know.

We knew of Sartre and we dressed like the French existentialists. Our philosophy then, and remember we were only little kids, was more in following their looks than their thoughts. We were going around looking moody.

Am I a nihilistic postmodernist or a New Ager in academig drag?

In the world according to the positivist, the inspiring thing about scrambled eggs is that any way you turn them they're sunny side up. In the world according to the existentialist, the hopeless thing about scrambled eggs is that any way you turn them they're scrambled.

If time eats the doughnut, does love eat the hole?

In the world according to the positivist, the inspiring thing about scrambled eggs is that anyway you turn them they are sunny side up. In the world according to the existentialist, the hopeless thing about scrambled eggs is that anyway you turn them they are scrambled.

Rosencrantz: Shouldn't we be doing something--constructive? Guildenstern: What did you have in mind? ... A short, blunt human pyramid...?

Guildenstern: What's the first thing you remember? Rosencrantz: [thinks] No, it's no good. It was a long time ago. Guildenstern: No, you don't take my meaning. What's the first thing you remember after all the things you've forgotten? Rosencrantz: Oh, I see... I've forgotten the question.