A madman’s ravings are absurd in relation to the situation in which he finds himself, but not in relation to his madness.
JEAN-PAUL SARTREAs for me, I am mean: that means that I need the suffering of others to exist. A flame. A flame in their hearts. When I am all alone, I am extinguished.
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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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Life begins on the other side of despair.
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You must be like me; you must suffer in rhythm.
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Fear? If I have gained anything by damning myself, it is that I no longer have anything to fear.
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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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You are — your life, and nothing else.
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The worst part about being lied to is knowing you weren’t worth the truth.
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Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself.
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Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.
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Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.
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As for me, I am mean: that means that I need the suffering of others to exist. A flame. A flame in their hearts. When I am all alone, I am extinguished.
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There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.
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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’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.
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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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