28 Quotes About Jean-paul-sartre

My existence began to worry me seriously. Was I not a simple spectre?

My passion was dead. For years it had rolled over and submerged me; now I felt empty. But that wasn't the worst: before me, posed with a sort of indolence, was a voluminous, insipid idea. I did not see clearly what it was, but it sickened me so much I couldn't look at it.

I don't even bother looking for words. It flows in me, more or less quickly. I fix nothing, I let it go. Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up: I forget them almost immediately.

Perhaps it was a passing moment of madness after all. There is no trace of it any more. My odd feelings of the other week seem to me quite ridiculous today: I can no longer enter into them.

It is an abstract change without object. Am I the one who has changed? (...) I must finally realize that I am subject to these sudden transformations. 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. This is what has given my life such a jerky, incoherent aspect.

You exaggerate everything. You continually force the truth because you're always looking for something.

I am alone in this white, garden-rimmed street. Alone and free. But this freedom is rather like death.

If I didn't try to assume responsibility for my own existence, it would seem utterly absurd to go on existing.

When a man gets drunk he gets sentimental. That's what I wanted to avoid.