Quotes About Existentialism

Ah ! quelle plaisanterie. Pas besoin de gril : l'enfer, c'est les Autres.

even today, I would rather read 'thrillers' than Wittgenstein.

Existence precedes essence.

Je parcours la salle du regard, et un violent dégoût m'envahi. Que fais-je ici? Qu'ai-je été me mêler de discourir sur l'humanisme? Pourquoi ces gens sont-ils là? Pourquoi mangent-ils? C'est vrai qu'ils ne savent pas, eux, qu'ils existent. J'ai envie de partir, de m'en aller quelque part où je serais vraiment à ma place , où je m'emboîterais...Mais ma place n'est nulle part; je suis de trop.

Ce qu'il y a, c'est que je pense très rarement; alors une foule de petites métamorphoses s'accumulent en moi sans que j'y prenne garde et puis, un beau jour, il se produit une véritable révolution. C'est ce qui a donné à ma vie cet aspect heurté, incohérent.

Who also accuse existentialism of being too gloomy, it makes me wonder if what they are really annoyed about is not its pessimism, but rather its optimism.

I am free. I haven't a single reason for living left.

Thus we have neither behind us, nor before us in a luminous realm of values, any means of justification or excuse. We are left alone, without excuse.

Bu dert öyle belirsiz, öyle metafizik bir ÅŸey ki, utan?yorum doÄŸrusu.

Her ÅŸey dopdolu, varoluÅŸ her yerde yoÄŸun, a??r ve tatl?. Ama bütün bu tatl?l???n ard?nda, ele geçmez, yak?n ama yine de uzak, genç, ac?mas?z ve durgun ÅŸu... Evet, ÅŸu eÄŸilip bükülmezlik var.

Le silence, c'est Dieu. L'absence, c'est Dieu. Dieu, c'est la solitude des hommes.

no nos convertimos en lo que somos sino mediante la negación íntima y radical de lo que han hecho de nosotros

I am free: there is absolutely no more reason for living, all the ones I have tried have given way and I can't imagine any more of them.

Solo los actos deciden acerca de lo que se ha querido.

He seems to be a real enough character, and even tells us that he is thirty years old. Yet whenever Roquentin talks about his past, it has the studied randomness and the glamorous opacity of espionage. He is a spy from the world of nothingness. For instance, he talks carelessly about having been in an unlikely number of places: Shanghai, Moscow, Algiers, Meknes, Saigon, Aden, Hanoi, Angkor.

jag vet på förhand att dagen är tillspillogiven. Jag kommer inte att göra någonting bra förrän kanske natten faller på. Det beror på solen; den kastar ett svagt guldskimmer över den smutsvita rök som hänger i luften över järnvägen, den silar in i mitt rum, blond och blek och ritar på bordet fyra matta, falska reflexer.

Shall I awake in a few months, a few years, exhausted, disappointed, in the midst of fresh ruins? I should like to understand myself properly before it is too late.

Something begins in order to end: an adventure doesn't let itself be extended; it achieves significance only through its death. Towards this death, which may also be my own, I am drawn irrevocably. Each moment appears only to bring on the moments after. To each moment I cling with all my heart: I know that it is unique, irreplaceable – and yet I would not lift a finger to prevent it from being annihilated.

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 it contents itself with saying no.

Nausea's very subject is the randomness, the contingency, the superfluity, of the world; where better to begin than with Roquentin's own randomness, his contingency as an invented character?

Existentialism isn't so atheistic that it wears itself out showing that God doesn't exist. Rather, it declares that even if God did exist, that would change nothing

Biz gümbürtüye gitmiÅŸ insanlar?z, diyordu gururla, biz hayat? ?skalayanlardan?z. Hiçbir iÅŸe yaramayaca??z.

Roquentin is visited by a deeper, more philosophical ailment: he falls into bouts of what he calls his "Nausea." These are episodes in which, afflicted by his sense that there is "absolutely no more reason for living

L'angoisse commence pour un homme et le délaissement et les sueurs de sang, quand il ne peut plus avoir d'autre témoin que lui-même.