Quotes About Existentialism

This feeling of adventure definitely does not come from events: I have proved it. It's rather the way in which the moments are linked together.

Människohopen glesnade, man hörde tydligt havets brus. En ung kvinna, som stödde båda händerna mot balustraden, lyfte ansiktet mot himlen, ett blått ansikte med ett svart tvärstreck, de målade läpparna. Jag undrade ett ögonblick om jag inte skulle älska människorna. Men när allt kom omkring var det deras söndag och inte min.

And just what is Antoine Roquentin? An abstraction. A pale reflection of myself wavers in my consciousness. Antoine Roquentin . . . and suddenly the "I" pales, pales, and fades out. Lucid

ölümü hiç düÅŸünmemiÅŸtim, çünkü böyle bir f?rsat olmam??t?, ama ÅŸimdi f?rsat vard? ve bunu düÅŸünmek dururken neden baÅŸka ÅŸeyler yapmal?yd??

But what a poor lie: no one has any rights; they are entirely free, like other men, they cannot succeed in not feeling superfluous. And in themselves, secretly, they are superfluous, that is to say, amorphous, vague, and sad. How

Amerikanvari haz?rlanm?? ?stakozu sevip sevmemekte özgürüm, ama insanlar? sevmiyorsam bir zavall?y?m ve gün ?????nda bana yer yok. ...

De boeken van Genet zijn bordelen, waarin je door een kiertje naar binnen glipt, in de hoop dat je er niemand zult tegenkomen; zodra je binnen bent, blijk je volstrekt alleen te zijn.

Si tu te sens seul lorsque tu es seul, tu es en mauvaise compagnie.

I was nowhere, I was floating. I was not surprised, I knew it was the World, the naked World suddenly revealing itself, and I choked with rage at this gross, absurd being.

I was only a means of making him live, he was my reason for living, he had delivered me from myself. What shall I do now?

Tik?jimas, nors ir labai gilus, niekad nesti pilnutinis. J? reikia be paliovos kurstyti ar bent jau stengtis negriauti.

She believed in nothing. Only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist.

In my case, I chose writing in place of death, and because I lacked faith.

Ni siquiera sufrí; me sentía vacío.

I dreamed vaguely of killing myself to wipe out at least one of these superfluous lives.

Nothing looked real; I felt surrounded by cardboard scenery which could suddenly be removed. The world was waiting, holding its breath, making itself small -

For instance, there is something new about my hands, a certain way of picking up my pipe or fork. Or else it's the fork which now has a certain way of having itself picked up, I don't know. A little while ago, just as I was coming into my room, I stopped short because I felt in my hand a cold object which held my attention through a sort of personality. I opened my hand, looked: I was simply holding the door-knob.

La vida tiene un sentido si uno quiere dárselo.

Pakao, to su drugi.

I couldn't understand why I was in Indo-China. What was I doing there? Why was I talking to these people? Why was I dressed so oddly? My passion was dead. For years it had rolled over and submerged me; now I felt empty.

I am therefore responsible for myself and for everyone else, and I am fashioning a certain image of man as I choose him to be In choosing myself, I choose man.

Pas besoin de gril, l'enfer c'est les autres.

DüÅŸünüyorum da,'' diyorum gülerek. ''Ne düÅŸünüyordum biliyor muusunuz? Burada bir sürü insan?z, bedensel varl???m?z? korumak için yiyip içiyoruz, ama var olmam?? için hiçbir ÅŸey hiçbir neden yok.

Non mi stupiva più, adesso, che alzasse il naso in aria con tanto impeto: il destino degli uomini di questa statura si svolge sempre qualche pollice al di sopra della loro testa.