Jean-Paul Sartre
Life is a panic in a theatre on fire. – Jean-Paul Sartre
Life is a panic in a theatre on fire. – Jean-Paul Sartre
I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves. — Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea. (New Directions Publishing Corporation January 1, 1975) Originally published 1938.
You know, it’s quite a job starting to love somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment, in the very beginning, when you have to jump across a precipice: if you think about it you don’t do it. — Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea. (New Directions Publishing Corporation January 1, 1975) Originally published… Continue reading Jean-Paul Sartre
I see the insipid flesh blossoming and palpitating with abandon. ― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea. (New Directions Publishing Corporation January 1, 1975) Originally published 1938.
It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you. — Jean-Paul Sartre, The Flies. (1943)
And I-soft, weak, obscene, digesting, juggling with dismal thoughts-I too was In the way. Fortunately, I didn’t feel it, although I realized it, but I was uncomfortable because I was afraid of feeling it (even now I am afraid-afraid that it might catch me behind my head and lift me up like a wave). I… Continue reading Jean-Paul Sartre
(You will proclaim through your work that you hold the universe at a distance.) — Jean-Paul Sartre, “The Poetry of Suicide,” Between Existentialism and Marxism. (Verso, January 17, 2008) Originally published 1960.
That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget. ― Jean-Paul Sartre
I wanted to be missed, like water, like bread, like air, by all other people in all other places. — Jean-Paul Sartre, The Words (Vintage; 1st Vintage Books ed edition, April 12, 1981) Originally published 1963.
I am free. I haven’t a single reason for living left. — Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea. (New Directions Publishing Corporation January 1, 1975) Originally published 1938.