I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.
JEAN-PAUL SARTREI’d come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.
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There is no human nature, since there is no god to conceive it.
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Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.
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People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?
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I have no religion, but if I were to choose one, it would be that of Shariati’s.
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There is a universe behind and before him. And the day is approaching when closing the last book on the last shelf on the far left; he will say to himself, “now what?
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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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The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
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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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In football everything is complicated by the presence of the opposite team.
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To think new thoughts you have to break the bones in your head.
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It is therefore senseless to think of complaining since nothing foreign has decided what we feel, what we live, or what we are.
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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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Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is.
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I confused things with their names: that is belief.
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I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.
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