So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you’ll see how nice I can be. — Jean-Paul Sartre, from “No Exit,” No Exit and Three Other Plays. (Vintage; Reissue edition, October 23, 1989) Originally published 1947.
I’m going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become. — Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit and Three Other Plays. (Vintage; Reissue edition, October 23, 1989) Originally published 1947.
There is for me an evidence in the realm of pure flesh which has nothing to do with the evidence of reason. The eternal conflict between reason and the heart is decided in my very flesh… — Antonin Artaud, from “Manifesto In A Clear Language.” (December 1925)
It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you. — Jean-Paul Sartre, The Flies (1943)
Words that come from the heart are always simple. — Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding. ( 1943)
My heart talks about nothing but you. —Albert Camus, Les Justes. (Folio, November 8th 1999. Originally published January 1949.