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 SARTREI never could bear the idea of anyone’s expecting something from me. It always made me want to do the opposite.
More Jean-Paul Sartre Quotes
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We are our choices.
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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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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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Once you hear the details of victory, it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat.
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I wanted the moments of my life to follow and order themselves like those of a life remembered. You might as well try and catch time by the tail.
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Existence is not something which lets itself be thought of from a distance; it must invade you suddenly, master you, weigh heavily on your heart like a great motionless beast – or else there is nothing at all.
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He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.
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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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There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.
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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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Three o’clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.
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What is important is not what happens to us, but how we respond to what happens to us.
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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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What is important is not what happens to us, but how we respond to what happens to us.
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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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