Let it crumble! Let the rocks revile me and flowers wilt at my coming. Your whole universe is not enough to prove… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
Then I realized what separated us: what I thought about him could not reach him; it was psychology, the kind they write… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
We cannot withdraw our cards from the game. Were we as silent and mute as stones, our very passivity would be an… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other.” — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“she has suddenly emptied herself of me, and all other consciousness in the world has also emptied itself of me. It seems funny. Yet… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
[Stéphane Mallarmé] theory of the hermetic is a mistake, but he can be only difficult to read when he has difficult things to say. — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
I can always choose, but I ought to know that if I do not choose, I am still choosing. — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“She smiled. First I lost the memory of her eyes, then the memory of her long body. I kept her smile as long as possible and then, finally lost that three years ago. Just now, brusquely, as I was taking the letter from the landlady's hands, it came back to me; I thought I saw Anny smiling. I try to… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share
The more one is absorbed in fighting evil, the less one is tempted to place the good in question. — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
This is what I thought: for the most banal even to become an adventure, you must (and this is enough) begin to recount it. This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his own life as if he were telling a… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share
“I am free: there is absolutely no more reason for living, all the ones I have tried have given way and I can’t imagine… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“If I am not mistaken, if all the signs which have been amassed are precursors of a new overthrow in my life, well then I am terrified. It isn't that my life is rich, or weighty or precious. But I'm afraid of what will be born and take possession of me—and drag me—where? Shall I have to go off again,… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share