I confused things with their names: that is belief.
JEAN-PAUL SARTREI confused things with their names: that is belief.
JEAN-PAUL SARTREDo 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.
JEAN-PAUL SARTREThree o’clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.
JEAN-PAUL SARTREWe must act out passion before we can feel it.
JEAN-PAUL SARTREGenius is what a man invents when he is looking for a way out.
JEAN-PAUL SARTREI 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.
JEAN-PAUL SARTREYou must be like me; you must suffer in rhythm.
JEAN-PAUL SARTRELife is a useless passion.
JEAN-PAUL SARTREPeople 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?
JEAN-PAUL SARTREI 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.
JEAN-PAUL SARTRELike all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth.
JEAN-PAUL SARTREMy eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I’m going to sleep.
JEAN-PAUL SARTRENothingness lies coiled in the heart of being – like a worm.
JEAN-PAUL SARTRETo know what life is worth you have to risk it once in a while.
JEAN-PAUL SARTRELife has no meaning a priori, It is up to you to give it a meaning, and value is nothing but the meaning that you choose.
JEAN-PAUL SARTREI exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.
JEAN-PAUL SARTRE