Consciousness is a being the nature of which is to be conscious of the nothingness of its being.
JEAN-PAUL SARTREExistence 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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Nothingness haunts Being.
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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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There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.
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In football everything is complicated by the presence of the opposite team.
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Freedom is what we do with what is done to us.
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I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then anything, anything could happen.
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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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Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.
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Once you hear the details of victory, it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat.
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A man is involved in life, leaves his impress on it, and outside of that there is nothing.
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Tme is too large, it can’t be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.
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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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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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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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Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.
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