There are some memories one does not share. — Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit And Three Other Plays (Vintage, 1955) Advertisements
Love or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to love—or to hatred; himself, his house, his land, his memories. ― Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit and Three Other Plays. (Vintage; Reissue edition, October 23, 1989) Originally published 1947.
I felt myself in a solitude so frightful that I contemplated suicide. What held me back was the idea that no one, absolutely no one, would be moved by my death, that I would be even more alone in death than in life. — Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea. (New Directions Publishing Corporation January 1, 1975) Originally… Continue reading Jean-Paul Sartre
Don’t be afraid; I’ll keep looking at you for ever and ever, without a flutter of my eyelids, and you’ll live in my gaze like a mote in a sunbeam. — Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit. (Samuel French, Inc. 1958) Originally published 1944.
It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you. — Jean-Paul Sartre, The Flies. (1943)
This is what I thought: for the most banal even to become an adventure, you must (and this is enough) begin to recount it. This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his own life as… Continue reading Jean-Paul Sartre
Death is a continuation of my life without me… ― Jean-Paul Sartre