Quotes from Jean-Paul Sartre

Vaikai ir kareiviai apie mirusius negalvoja.

A chaque instant je puis m'éveiller et je le sais; mais je ne le veux pas: la lecture est un rêve libre.

She believed in nothing. Only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist.

Non... Les jeux sont faits. On ne reprend pas son coup

In so far as I make a world exist as a complex of instruments which I use for the ends of my human reality, I cause myself to be determined in my being by a being who makes the world exist as a complex of instruments for the ends of his reality.

In my case, I chose writing in place of death, and because I lacked faith.

Ben geçmiÅŸimi nerede saklayaca??m? GeçmiÅŸinizi cebinizde saklayamazs?n?z. Onu koyacak bir eviniz olmal?. Gövdemden baÅŸka ÅŸeyim yok benim. Yapayaln?z bir adam, salt gövdesiyle an?lar? durdurup saklayamaz. An?lar üzerinden geçip gider onun.

Se muere siempre demasiado pronto, o demasiado tarde.

I'm going to sleep with my eyes open; already the face is growing larger; growing in the mirror; it is an immense, pale halo slipping in the light...

Ni siquiera sufrí; me sentía vacío.

C'est bête, si je vous avez rencontrée avant... - Qu'est ce que vous auriez fait ? Pierre se tourne brusquement vers la jeune femme avec une sorte d'élan. Il va dire quelque chose, mais les mots s'arrêtent au bord de ses lèvres. Son visage se rembrunit, et il grogne : - Rien.

I dreamed vaguely of killing myself to wipe out at least one of these superfluous lives.

Nothing looked real; I felt surrounded by cardboard scenery which could suddenly be removed. The world was waiting, holding its breath, making itself small -

The voice is silent. The disc scrapes a little, then stops. Delivered from a troublesome dream, the café ruminates, chews the cud over the pleasure of existing.

The thing is that I rarely think; a crowd of small metamorphoses accumulate in me without my noticing it, and then, one fine day, a veritable revolution takes place.

A la vérité, il forçait un peu sur le sublime : c'était un homme du XIXe siècle qui se prenait, comme tant d'autres, comme Victor Hugo lui-même, pour Victor Hugo.

Suis-je donc un Narcisse ? Pas même : trop soucieux de séduire, je m'oublie. Après tout, ça ne m'amuse pas tant de faire des pâtés, des gribouillages, mes besoins naturels : pour leur donner du prix à mes yeux, il faut qu'au moins une grande personne s'extasie sur mes produits.

For instance, there is something new about my hands, a certain way of picking up my pipe or fork. Or else it's the fork which now has a certain way of having itself picked up, I don't know. A little while ago, just as I was coming into my room, I stopped short because I felt in my hand a cold object which held my attention through a sort of personality. I opened my hand, looked: I was simply holding the door-knob.

La vida tiene un sentido si uno quiere dárselo.

Just the opposite for me, all is drowned in poetic impression; I am ready for all concessions. Suddenly

I'll endure anything, your red-hot tongs and molten lead, your racks and prongs and garrotes-- all your fiendish gadgets, everything that burns and flays and tears-- I'll put up with any torture you impose. Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.

No quiero secretos, ni estados de alma, ni cosas indecibles; no soy ni virgen ni sacerdote para jugar a la vida interior.

Sa do të doja të përhumbesha, të harrohesha, të flija. Por, nuk mundem, më merret fryma: ekzistenca më depërton nga të gjitha anët, nga sytë nga hunda, nga goja… Dhe në një çast, në një çast të vetëm, perdja griset, kuptova, pashë.

Pakao, to su drugi.