Quotes About Sartre

A search for justification and the impossibility of justification are recurrent motifs in the philosophy of Sartre. His philosophy is one of the incarnations of problematism and of the ambiguity of contemporary thought (for Man does seem, to the contemporary mind, to be ambiguous).

If values are vague, and if they are always too broad for the concrete and specific case that we are considering, the only thing left for us is to trust our instincts.

One cannot help reflecting on the irony that the celebrated philosopher of freedom, the great atheist, maintained an almost religious faith in an ideology that vandalized the very face of freedom. In fact, Sartre was largely unpolitical during the 1930s (he did not vote), and Nausea is political only, as it were, at its margins.

Bir çeÅŸit kesinlik... fiziksel bir kesinlik içindeyim, yetkin anlar?n olmad???n? duyuyorum. YürüdüÄŸüm zaman ta ayaklar?mda bile duyuyorum bunu. Her zaman, hatta uykuda bile duyuyorum, unutam?yorum. Bir anda anlam?? deÄŸilim bunu; hayat?m ÅŸu gün, ÅŸu saatte birdenbire deÄŸiÅŸti diyemem. Ama ÅŸu anda, sanki bu bana dün aç?klanm?? gibiyim. ÅžaÅŸk?n?m, tedirginim, al??am?yorum.

Para Sartre a existência precede a essência, no sentido de que existir precede isso que nós somos; e que somos o que nós mesmos escolhemos ser.

In Sartre's style of argument, German metaphysics met French sophistry in a kind of European Coal and Steel Community producing nothing but rhetorical gas.

Sartre's existentialism, where it essentially means having the chutzpah to do what it takes so that you may suit yourself—not quite the same thing as being true to yourself.)

Sartre, who respected Aron's credentials—Aron, unlike Sartre, had always been the kind of star student who actually read the books—took particular care to discredit his opinions: a potent endorsement.)

Sartre and Camus were only two of the many thinkers about politics who, being gentiles, could stay in Paris and think about politics there if they chose. It was a dubious privilege.

In so far as I make a world exist as a complex of instruments which I use for the ends of my human reality, I cause myself to be determined in my being by a being who makes the world exist as a complex of instruments for the ends of his reality.

Just the opposite for me, all is drowned in poetic impression; I am ready for all concessions. Suddenly

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

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.

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.

Fraser's mother, Janice, was actually quite a happy soul but she had to hide it because, like all pseudo intellectuals, she thought being cheery made her look stupid, which of course she was for believing that rubbish in the first place. She like to talk about Sartre sometimes, just as insurance.

the word of Sartre, writing on Fanon, is: "With us, to be a man is to be an accomplice of colonialism, since all of us without exception have profited by colonial exploitation." Or to put it in my own words: Whitewashing the blood-soaked profits of colonization was the only kind of laundering white men did with their own hands.

The question is to know whether, as Sartre says, there are only humans and things or whether there is also the interworld, which we call history, symbolism, truth-to-be-made.

Carl Jung said that only an introvert could see "the unfathomable stupidity of man." Friedrich Nietzsche wrote, "Wherever is the crowd is a common denominator of stench." Knight's best friend, Thoreau, believed that all societies, no matter how well intentioned, pervert their citizens. Sartre wrote, "Hell is other people.

Sartre wrote after describing his epiphany that his life was nothing but a play, and he an actor in it