79 Quotes by Jean Paul Sartre

Concha would cry when she found out I was dead, she should have no taste for life for months afterward. But I was still the one who was going to die. I thought of her soft, beautiful eyes. when she looked at me something passed her to me. But I knew it was over: if she looked at me now the look would stay in her eyes, it wouldn't reach me. I was alone

Nada, sólo existo.

İnsan kendi kendine sormalı," diye düşündü Mösyö Darbédat, sorumluluk nerede başlar ya da daha çok nerede biter?

İnan bana, her şeye kendini kandırmaya çalışmadan bakmak, en iyisidir.

Sizi sürükleyen dalgadır,yaşam bu; ne yargılanabilir, ne anlaşılabilir, bırakın gitsin demekten başka yapacak bir şey yok.

Felicidad no es hacer lo que uno quiere sino querer lo que uno hace.

El peligro de llevar un diario es que se exagera todo, uno esta al acecho, forzando continuamente la verdad

Lola was beside him , soft and very warm, and Boris could not bring himself to utter the slightest word, his voice was dead. 'Just as though I were dumb.' It was delicious, his voice was floating at the far end of his throat, soft as cotton, and could not emerge, for it was dead.

Men all alone, completely alone with horrible monstrosities, will run through the streets, pass heavily in front of me, their eyes staring, fleeing their ills yet carrying with them, open-mouthed, with their insect-tongue flapping its wings. Then I'll burst out laughing even though my body may be covered with filthy, infected scabs which blossom into flowers of flesh, violets, buttercups.