Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.
JEAN-PAUL SARTRETo think new thoughts you have to break the bones in your head.
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I confused things with their names: that is belief.
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I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have been dragged through I don’t know how many consciences.
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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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The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
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I think that is the big danger in keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything.
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I found the human heart empty and insipid everywhere except in books.
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I am a mere breath of air; a formless thought that thinks of you.
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What is there to fear in such a regular world?
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Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.
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You are — your life, and nothing else.
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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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I’d come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.
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Hell is – other people!
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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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It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you.
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There is no human nature, since there is no god to conceive it.
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I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity.
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That’s what existence means: draining one’s own self dry without the sense of thirst.
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My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I’m going to sleep.
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We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are – that is the fact.
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Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.
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Death is a continuation of my life without me.
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I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
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Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.
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He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.
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There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.
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