I’ve dropped out of their hearts like a little sparrow fallen from its nest. So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you’ll see how nice I can be.
JEAN-PAUL SARTREI exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.
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Man is not the sum of what he has already, but rather the sum of what he does not yet have, of what he could have.
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It is disgusting – Why must we have bodies?
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Nothingness haunts Being.
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One always dies too soon – or too late. And yet one’s whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are — your life, and nothing else.
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You’re lucky. I’m always conscious of myself —in my mind. Painfully conscious.
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The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
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That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.
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I never could bear the idea of anyone’s expecting something from me. It always made me want to do the opposite.
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I am not asking for sensational revelations, but I would like to sense the meaning of that minute, to feel it’s urgency.
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You are — your life, and nothing else.
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That’s what existence means: draining one’s own self dry without the sense of thirst.
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Better to die on one’s feet than to live on one’s knees.
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Do you think that I count the days? There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.
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It was odd, he thought, that a man could hate himself as though he were someone else.
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Existence is not something which lets itself be thought of from a distance; it must invade you suddenly, master you, weigh heavily on your heart like a great motionless beast – or else there is nothing at all.
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