Quotes from Jean-Paul Sartre

All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other.

BaÅŸlang?ç olmad??? gibi, son da yoktur. Bir kad?n, bir dost, bir kent bir kerede terk edilemez. Hepsi birbirine benzer zaten.

I am going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.

A little more and I would have fallen into the mirror trap. I avoided it, but only to fall into the window trap: with nothing to do, my arms dangling, I go over to the window.

She is dearer to me than life. But her suffering comes from within, and only she can rid herself of it. For she is free.

Unser Leben hängt davon ab, was wir aus dem machen, was aus uns gemacht wurde.

A right is nothing more than the other aspect of duty.

freedom only gives you something to be sorry for.

Tuesday: Nothing. Existed.

Society demands that he limit himself to his function… There are indeed many precautions to imprison a man in what he is as if we lived in perpetual fear that he might escape from it, that he might break away and suddenly elude his condition.

one cannot hate a man more than one can love him." The

he is betrayed by the cynical sparkle of her eyes, by her sophisticated look. Real ladies do not know the price of things, they like adorable follies; their eyes are like beautiful, hothouse flowers.

man is a useless passion.

These young people amaze me; drinking their coffee, they tell clear, plausible stories. If you ask them what they did yesterday, they don't get flustered; they tell you all about it in a few words. If I were in their place, I'd start stammering. It's true that for a long time now nobody has bothered how I spend my time. When you live alone, you even forget what it is to tell a story : plausibility disappears at the same time as friends.

Peut-on juger une vie sur un seul acte ?

Man is nothing else but what he purposes, he exists only in so far as he realises himself, he is therefore nothing else but the sum of his actions, nothing else but what his life is.

The first crime was mine: I committed it when I made man mortal. Once I had done that, what was left for you, poor human murderers, to do? To kill your victims? But they already had the seed of death in them; all you could do was to hasten its fruition by a year or two.

Be self-indulgent, and those who are also self-indulgent will like you. Tear your neighbor to pieces, and the other neighbors will laugh. But if you beat your soul, all souls will cry out.

When she was in Djibouti and I was in Aden, and I used to go and see her for twenty-four hours, she managed to multiply the misunderstandings between us until there were exactly sixty minutes before I had to leave; sixty minutes, just long enough to make you feel the seconds passing one by one.

To believe is to know that one believes, and to know that one believes is no longer to believe.

Voici ce que j'ai pensé : pour que l'événement le plus banal devienne une aventure, il faut et il suffit qu'on se mette à la raconter. C'est ce qui dupe les gens : un homme, c'est toujours un conteur d'histoires, il vit entouré de ses histoires et des histoires d'autrui, il voit tout ce qui lui arrive à travers elles ; et il cherche à vivre sa vie comme s'il la racontait. Mais il faut choisir : vivre ou raconter.

I am not quite sure of being a man: I never found it very difficult. It seemed to me that you had only to let yourself alone.

You don't put your past in your pocket; you have to have a house. I have only my body: a man entirely alone, with his lonely body, cannot indulge in memories; they pass through him. I shouldn't complain: all I wanted was to be free.

Now I knew: things are entirely what they appear to be—and behind them . . . there is nothing. This