Quotes from Jean-Paul Sartre

Real ladies do not know the price of things

Varl??? bir rezaletti ve daha sonra üstüne alaca?? sorumluluklar bu rezaleti doÄŸrulamaya yetecekti.

My odd feelings of the other week seem to me quite ridiculous today: I can no longer enter into them.

Every human reality is a passion in that it projects losing itself so as to found being and by the same stroke to constitute the In-itself which escapes contingency by being its own foundation, the Ens causa sui, which religions call God. Thus the passion of man is the reverse of that of Christ, for man loses himself as man in order that God may be born. But the idea of God is contradictory and we lose ourselves in vain. Man is a useless passion.

We play the part of heroes because we're cowards, the part of saints because we're wicked: we play the killer's role because we're dying to murder our fellow: we play at being because we are liars from the moment we're born

Il y a quelque chose de coincé dans le mécanisme

But you have to choose: live or tell.

Houses were never sanctuaries. The Gestapo often conducted their arrests between midnight and five in the morning. It appeared that at any instant the door could open, allowing a cold breath of night air to blow in, and three friendly Germans with revolvers.

All these objects... how can I explain? They inconvenienced me; I would have liked the to exist less strongly, more dryly, in a more abstract way, with more reserve.

The four cafés on the Boulevard Victor-Noir, shining in the night, side by side, and which are much more than café--aquariums, ships, stars or great white eyes--have lost their ambiguous charm.

Partiye girme karar?n? vermeden önce öyle korkunç bir yaln?zl?k duyuyordum ki, can?ma k?ymay? bile düÅŸünmüÅŸtüm. Bu iÅŸten caymam?n nedeni ölümümden kimsenin duygulanmayaca??, ölümde, hayatta olduÄŸumdan daha yaln?z olaca??m? düÅŸünmemdir.

I am sure that fifteen minutes would be enough to reach supreme self-contempt. No thank you, I want none of that.

Yapayaln?z?m, ama kentin üzerine yürüyen bir ordu gibiyim.

Nothing has changed and yet everything is different. I can't describe it; it's like the Nausea and yet it's just the opposite: at last an adventure happens to me and when I question myself I see that it happens that I am myself and that I am here; I am the one who splits the night, I am as happy as the hero of a novel.

Paris was dead. More cars, more pedestrians—except at certain hours in certain quarters. We walked between the cobblestones; it appeared that we were the forgotten members of an immense exodus. A bit of provincial life was caught on the sharp angles of the capital; it remained a skeleton city, pompous and immobile, too long and too big for us: too large, the streets that we discovered as far as the eye could see, too great the distances, too vast the perspectives: we got lost.

Anyhow, it is a definite colour: I am glad I have red hair. There is it is in the mirror, it makes itself seen, it shines. I am still lucky if my forehead was surmounted by one of those neutral heads of hair which are neither chestnut not blond, my face would be lost in vagueness, it would make me dizzy.

I wanted to be missed, like water, like bread, like air, by all other people in all other places.

AÄŸac?n çevresinde depreÅŸip duran bütün bu var olanlar, hiçbir yerden gelmiyor ve hiçbir yere gitmiyorlard?. Birden var oluyorlar ve sonra birden varoluÅŸtan kesiliyorlard?: VaroluÅŸ bellekten yoksundur, kaybolmuÅŸlarla ilgili tek bir an?s? bile yoktur. Her yanda varoluÅŸ, bitimsiz, fazladan, her yerde ve her zaman varoluÅŸ; ancak yine varoluÅŸla s?n?rlanan varoluÅŸ!

We move our eyelids up and down. Blinking, we call it. It's like a small black shutter that clicks down and makes a break. Everything goes black; one's eyes are moistened. You can't imagine how restful, refreshing, it is. Four thousand little rests per hour. Four thousand little respites.

By extending the idea of natural law to the economic sphere - an inevitable but fundamental error - they (18th century philosophes) both secularized the economy and converted it into a domain external to man: a system of inflexible laws whose constraints permitted no modification.

Ben onun gibi umutsuz deÄŸilim, çünkü beklediÄŸim fazla bir ÅŸey yok. Ben daha çok...bana verilmiÅŸ, hem de bir hiç için verilmiÅŸ olan hayat kar??s?nda ÅŸa??rm?? durumday?m.

Perhaps it is impossible to understand one's own face. Or perhaps it is because I am a single man? People who live in society have learned how to see themselves in mirrors as they appear to their friends. I have no friends. Is that why my flesh is so naked? You might say--yes, you might say, nature without humanity.

U mojim rukama, na primer, ima ne?eg novog, izvestan na?in na koji uzimam lulu ili viljušku. Ili pak sad viljuška ima izvestan na?in na koji se da uzeti, ne znam.

His blue cotton shirt stands out joyfully against a chocolate-coloured wall. That too brings on the Nausea. The Nausea is not inside me: I feel it OUT THERE in the wall, in the suspenders, everywhere around me. It makes itself one with the café, I am the one who is within IT.