841 Quotes by Jean-Paul Sartre

To forget about the others? How utterly absurd! I feel you there, in every pore. Your silence clamors in my ears. You can nail up your mouth, cut your tongue out – but you can’t prevent your being there.

Three o’clock. Three o’clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do. An odd moment in the afternoon.

Her eyes stare at me but she seems not to see me; she looks as though she were lost in her suffering.

Man exists, turns up, appears on the scene and only afterwards, defines himself.

But this richness was lost in confusion and finally was no more because it was too much.

If literature isn’t everything, it’s not worth a single hour of someone’s trouble.

But I don’t see anything anymore: I can search the past in vain, I can only find these scraps of images and I am not sure what they represent, whether they are memories or just fiction.

The sun was clear and diaphanous like white win. Its light barely touched the moving figures, gave them no shadow, no relief: faces and hands made spots of pale gold.

La mayor parte del tiempo, al no unirse a palabras, mis pensamientos quedan en la niebla. Dibujan formas claras y agradables, se disipan; en seguida las olvido.