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Nothingness haunts Being.

Jean-Paul Sartre

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
You must be like me; you must suffer in rhythm.
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Music Myself Suffering Yourself
Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.
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Choice Oneself Philosophy
I have no religion, but if I were to choose one, it would be that of Shariati’s.
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Choice Myself Religion
Three o’clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.
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Time Yourself
When the rich wage war it’s the poor who die.
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Poor Rich Suffering War
Life begins on the other side of despair.
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Beginning Life
I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in, but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.
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Leaving Myself Place Worth
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
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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Myself Philosophy Woman
For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.
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Adventure Enough Necessary
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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Decision Feeling Live Thinking
As far as men go, it is not what they are that interests me, but what they can become.
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Man Philosophy Transformation
Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth.
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Dream Myself Truth
It was odd, he thought, that a man could hate himself as though he were someone else.
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Hate Himself Man Self Love Thinking
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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Philosophy Start Thinking Yourself

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