“We were never more free than during the German occupation. We had lost all our rights, beginning with the right to talk. Every day we were insulted to our faces and had to take it in silence. Under one pretext… — 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