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There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.

Jean-Paul Sartre

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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Myself Oneself Word
I found the human heart empty and insipid everywhere except in books.
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Book Empty Heart Human Myself
You’re lucky. I’m always conscious of myself —in my mind. Painfully conscious.
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Mindset Myself Pain Yourself
I confused things with their names: that is belief.
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Believe Myself
I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
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Existence Myself Philosophy
I had found my religion: nothing seemed more important to me than a book. I saw the library as a temple.
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Book Important Library Myself Religion
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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Death Life Moments Oneself Philosophy Yourself
I 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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Existence Light Myself
My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I’m going to sleep.
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Eyes Feeling Myself
We must act out passion before we can feel it.
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Act Feeling Passion
Fear? If I have gained anything by damning myself, it is that I no longer have anything to fear.
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Fear Myself Philosophy
What is important is not what happens to us, but how we respond to what happens to us.
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Important Philosophy Reaction
For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.
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Adventure Enough Necessary
The worst part about being lied to is knowing you weren’t worth the truth.
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Lying Truth Worst Worth Yourself
I said to myself, ‘I want to die decently’.
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Death Myself
Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that’s all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition.
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Beginning Change Live People Reason Yourself

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