It would be much better if I could only stop thinking. Thoughts are the dullest things. Duller than flesh. They stretch out… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“I lean all my weight on the porcelain ledge, I draw my face closer until it touches the mirror. The eyes, nose,… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“The Nausea has stayed down there, in the yellow light. I am happy: this cold is so pure, this night so pure:… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“he is betrayed by the cynical sparkle of her eyes, by her sophisticated look. Real ladies do not know the price of… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“It is the reflection of my face. Often in these lost days I study it: I can understand nothing of this face.… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“Perhaps it is impossible to understand one's own face ... People who live in society have learned how to see themselves in… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“certain details, somewhat curtailed, live in my memory. But I don't see anything anymore: I can search the past in vain, I… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“I feel my hand. I am these two beasts struggling at the end of my arms. My hand scratches one of its… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“After all, she is lucky. I have been much too calm these past three years. I can receive nothing more from these… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“I was there, standing in front of a window whose panes had a definite refraction index. But what feeble barriers! I suppose… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“I thought I saw Anny smiling. I try to refresh my memory: I need to feel all the tenderness that Anny inspires;… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
