I have no religion, but if I were to choose one, it would be that of Shariati’s.
JEAN-PAUL SARTREIt 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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If I became a philosopher, if I have so keenly sought this fame for which I’m still waiting, it’s all been to seduce women basically.
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Existence is prior to essence.
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One could only damage oneself through the harm one did to others. One could never get directly at oneself.
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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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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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I am myself and I am here.
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Once you hear the details of victory, it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat.
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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 think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.
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Freedom is what we do with what is done to us.
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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 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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Consciousness is a being the nature of which is to be conscious of the nothingness of its being.
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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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