I think that is the big danger in keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything.
I have no taste for work any longer, I can do nothing more except wait for night.530: Things are bad! Things are very bad: I have it, the filth, the Nausea.
I get up. I move through this pale light; I see it change beneath my hands and on the sleeves of my coat: I cannot describe how much it disgusts me.
I felt myself in a solitude so frightful that I contemplated suicide. What held me back was the idea that no one, absolutely no one, would be moved by my death, that I would be even more alone in deat...
Have the courage to read this book, for in the first place it will make you ashamed, and shame, as Marx said, is a revolutionary sentiment.
But you looked much more like a fellow who had just realised that he has been living on ideas that don’t pay.
But everything changes when you tell about life; it's a change no one notices: the proof is that people talk about true stories. As if there could possibly be true stories; things happen one way and w...
I was the beginning, the middle and the end all rolled into one small boy, already old, already dead, here, in the shadows, between the stacks of plates higher than himself, and outside, very far away...
God is absence. God is the solitude of man.
لا يمكن أن أدلل على حقيقة عاطفتى وكلامى إلا إذا مارست ذلك فعلاً.
تو کیستی که به من امر میکنی؟ و شما چه احتیاجی به شنیدن اوامر او دارید؟ هیچکس حق ندارد به شما امر کند مگر روسایی که خودتان انتخاب کردهاید.
انني لم أُخلق لأعيش ،ولست أعرف ما هي الحياة ،وليس بي حاجة لأعرف ذلكإنما أنا شيء فائض عن الحياة، وليس لي من مكان
الحقيقة هي أن التعذيب يخلق الجلادين
¡Que me den algo que hacer, lo que sea! Sería preferible que pensara en otra cosa, porque en este momento estoy por representarme la comedia. Sé muy bien que no quiero hacer nada; hacer algo es crear...
What summits would I not reach if my own life made the subject of the melody.
The diversity of things, their individuality, were only an appearance, a veneer. This veneer had melted,leaving soft, monstrous masses, all in disorder—naked, in a frightful, obscene nakedness. I kept...
Know very well that I don’t want to do anything: to do something is to create existence—and there’s quite enough existence as it is.
Je prenais tout au sérieux, comme si j'avais été immortel.
All of us abandon ourselves to existence, because we were amongourselves, only among ourselves, it has taken us unawares, in the disorder, the day to day drift: I amashamed for myself and for what exi...
A wise person can want nothing better from life than to pay back the wrong that has been done him.