Quotes from Jean-Paul Sartre

Çevremdeki bütün nesneler benimle ayn? maddeden, yani bir çeÅŸit sakil ac?dan yap?lm??t?.

I have crossed seas, left cities behind me, followed the course of rivers or plunged into forests, always making my way towards other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men; and never was I able to turn back, any more than a record can be reversed. And all that led me—where? At this very instant, on this bench, in this translucent bubble all humming with music. And when you leave me

când oameni mulÈ›i se afl? împreun?, trebuie separaÈ›i prin ritualuri, altfel se masacreaz?.

Life is a panic in a theatre on fire. - Jean-Paul Sartre

Tarih, var olmuÅŸ olan bir ÅŸeyden söz eder; oysa bir var olan baÅŸka bir var olan?n varoluÅŸunu hakl? ç?karamaz.

I was only a means of making him live, he was my reason for living, he had delivered me from myself. What shall I do now?

She is wearing her black dress. She isn't crying, but she never did cry, anyhow. It's a bright sunny day and she's like a black shadow creeping down the empty street.

docil prin condiÈ›ie, prin gust, prin obicei, n-am ajuns mai târziu la rebeliune decât fiindc? dusesem supunerea la maximum.

Existence is not something which lets itself be thought of from a distance: it must invade you suddenly, master you, weigh heavily on your heart like a great motionless beast – or else there is nothing more at all.

Un crime que son auteur ne peut supporter, ce n'est plus le crime de personne

Something I didn't know any more: a sort of joy. The

The doctrine I am presenting before you is precisely the opposite of this, since it declares that there is no reality except in action. It goes further, indeed, and adds, "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.

Pamaž?le žengiau prie pabaigos, netur?damas nei kit? vil?i?, nei kitoki? troškim?,išskyrus tuos, kuriais teks užpildyti savo knygas, ?sitikin?s, kad paskutinis mano širdies pol?kis bus ?rašytas ? paskutinio mano rašt? tomo puslap? ir kad mir?iai atiteks tik lavonas.

Totul mi-a p?rut simplu: a scrie înseamn? s? sporeÈ™ti cu o perl? colierul Muzelor, s? laÈ™i posterit??ii amintirea unei vieÈ›i exemplare, s? aperi poporul contra lui însuÈ™i È™i contra duÈ™manilor lui, s? atragi oamenilor printr-o Slujb? solemn? binecuvântarea cerului. Nu-mi veni ideea c? se poate scrie pentru a fi citit.

Si l'on ne se définit qu'en s'opposant, j'étais l'indéfini en chair et en os; si l'amour et la haine sont l'avers et le revers de la même médaille, je n'aimais rien ni personne. C'était bien fait: on ne peut pas demander à la fois de haïr et de plaire. Ni de plaire et d'aimer.

La lecture est un rêve libre

?nsan, kad?n ya da erkek, ele?tirdi?i ki?iyi sevme ?ans?n? da yakalam??sa, fazlas?yla ac?mas?z olmayan ele?tirilerde bulunman?n anlam? yoktur.

Écrire, c'est faire appel au lecteur pour qu'il fasse passer à l'existence objective le dévoilement que j'ai entrepris par le moyen du langage.

Mi-a pl?cut întotdeauna mai degrab? s? m? acuz pe mine decât universul: nu din bun?tate: ca s? nu depind decât de mine.

Meus estranhos sentimentos da outra semana me parecem hoje bastante ridículos; já não me identifico com eles.

Crazy as a loon—and Doctor Roge vaguely recalls other crazy loons, not remembering any one of them in particular. Now, nothing M. Achille can do will surprise us: because he's a crazy loon!

Su niekuo ji nesutikdavo – buvo pernelyg išdidi, kad kovot? d?l pirmos vietos, ir per daug ambicinga, kad pasitenkint? antr?j?.

Tik?jimas, nors ir labai gilus, niekad nesti pilnutinis. J? reikia be paliovos kurstyti ar bent jau stengtis negriauti.

I see the insipid flesh blossoming and palpitating with abandon. ? Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea . (New Directions Publishing Corporation January 1, 1975) Originally published 1938.