Quotes About Existentialism

AÄŸac?n çevresinde depreÅŸip duran bütün bu var olanlar, hiçbir yerden gelmiyor ve hiçbir yere gitmiyorlard?. Birden var oluyorlar ve sonra birden varoluÅŸtan kesiliyorlard?: VaroluÅŸ bellekten yoksundur, kaybolmuÅŸlarla ilgili tek bir an?s? bile yoktur. Her yanda varoluÅŸ, bitimsiz, fazladan, her yerde ve her zaman varoluÅŸ; ancak yine varoluÅŸla s?n?rlanan varoluÅŸ!

His blue cotton shirt stands out joyfully against a chocolate-coloured wall. That too brings on the Nausea. The Nausea is not inside me: I feel it OUT THERE in the wall, in the suspenders, everywhere around me. It makes itself one with the café, I am the one who is within IT.

The existentialist cannot accept that man can be helped by any sign on earth, for he will interpret the sign as he chooses.

incident. "Nothing new." I admire the way we can lie, putting reason on our side. Evidently, nothing new has happened, if you care to put it that way:

The existentialist portrays a coward as one who makes himself a coward by his actions, a hero who makes himself heroic.

Pero en el seno mismo de ese éxtasis, acababa de aparecer algo nuevo: yo comprendía la Náusea, la poesía.

S pogledom objamem prostor in prevzame me strašen stud. Kaj delam tu? Zakaj sem se spustil v to prerekanje o humanizmu? Zakaj so ti ljudje tu? Zakaj jedo? Res je, ne vedo, da bivajo. Želim si oditi, želim iti nekam, kjer bi bil zares na svojem mestu, kjer bi se lahko nekam uvrstil. Mojega mesta pa ni nikjer; odve? sem

Pretutindeni aceleaÅŸi strig?te de spaim? ÅŸi aceeaÅŸi harababur?, aceeaÅŸi goan? neagr? ÅŸi greoaie pe str?zile unde lumina îÅ£i ia ochii, pfiu! Str?zile astea pustii, aerul care tremur? ÅŸi soarele ?sta... Exist? ceva mai sinistru ca soarele?

At the same time, I learned that you always lose. Only the rascals think they win.

Cand aveam 20 de ani m? îmb?tam ÅŸi pe urm? explicam c? sunt un tip în genul lui Descartes. SimÅ£eam c? m? umflu de eroism, îmi d?deam frîu liber, îmi pl?cea. Dup? care, a doua zi, eram la fel de scîrbit ca ÅŸi cînd m-aÅŸ fi trezit într-un pat plin de v?rs?turi. Ieri n-aveam nici m?car scuza beÅ£iei. M-am exaltat ca un imbecil. Am nevoie s? m? cur?? cu gînduri abstracte, transparente ca apa.

I am alone now. Not quite alone. Hovering in front of me is still this idea. It has rolled itself into a ball, it stays there like a large cat; it explains nothing, it does not move, and contents itself with saying no.

The effect of any form of materialism is to treat all men—including oneself—as objects, which is to say as a set of predetermined reactions indistinguishable from the properties and phenomena that constitute, say, a table, a chair, or a stone. Our aim is exactly to establish the human kingdom as a set of values distinct from the material world.

But time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates. That gesture, for instance, the red hand picking up the cards and fumbling: it is all flabby. It would have to be ripped apart and tailored inside.

Todavía no estoy en el infierno y ya tengo mis pequeñas costumbres de condenado.

Everything has been figured out, except how to live

Si vous êtes solitaire, quand vous êtes seul, vous êtes en mauvaise compagnie.

Usted podrá juzgarlo, señor. Antes de tomar esa decisión me sentía tan espantosamente solo que pensé en el suicidio. Lo que me contuvo fue la idea de que nadie, absolutamente nadie se conmovería con mi muerte, que estaría aún más solo en la muerte que en la vida.

I want to leave, go to some place where I will be really in my own niche, where I will fit in. . . . But my place is nowhere; I am unwanted, de trop. The

I'm not writing my book on Rollebon any more; it's finished, I can't write any more of it. What am I going to do with my life?

At this very moment—it's frightful—if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing.

The philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche once wrote that when you look into the darkness of the abyss the abyss looks into you. Probably no other line or thought more inspires or informs my work.

Work. Home. The pub. Meeting girls. Living in the city. Life. Is that all there is?

You really have to wonder why we even bother to get up in the morning. I mean, really: Why work? Simply to buy more stuff?

That was something. As opposed to nothing.