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I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

Jean-Paul Sartre

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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Alone Existence Heart Myself Suffering
We must act out passion before we can feel it.
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Act Feeling Passion
Your judgement judges you and defines you.
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Character Judgement Yourself
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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Heart Myself
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
That’s what existence means: draining one’s own self dry without the sense of thirst.
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Existence Oneself Philosophy
My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I’m going to sleep.
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Eyes Feeling Myself
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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Death End Life Myself 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
Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.
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Deep Philosophy Result Silence Word
Tme is too large, it can’t be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.
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Philosophy Science Time
I found the human heart empty and insipid everywhere except in books.
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Book Empty Heart Human Myself
Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself.
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Himself Life Man Material
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
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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Distance Existence Greatness Heart
I am a mere breath of air; a formless thought that thinks of you.
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Breathe Myself Thinking Yourself

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

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