We will freedom for freedom’s sake, in and through particular circumstances. And in thus willing freedom, we discover that it depends entirely upon the freedom of others and that the freedom of others...
So this is hell. I'd never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire and brimstone, the burning marl. Old wives' tales! There's no need for red-hot pokers. H...
Man is what he wills himself to be.
Je ne suis rien que le regard qui te voit, que cette pensée incolore qui te pense.
J'ai envie de partir, de m'en aller quelque part où je serais vraiment à ma place, où je m'emboîterais... Mais ma place n'est nulle part; je suis de trop.
I shall never sleep again. Butthen—how shall I endure my own company?
I had spent my timecounterfeiting eternity.
I am not quite sure of being a man: I never found it very difficult. It seemed to me that you had only to let yourself alone.
From time to time I yawn so widely that tears roll down my cheek.
An existant can never justify the existence of another existant.
Nothingness haunts Being.
We only become what we are by the radical and deep-seated refusal of that which others have made of us.
A human being who wakened in the morning with a queesy stomach, with fifteen hours to kill before next bedtime, had not much use for freedom.
the worst part about being lied to is knowing you werent worth the truth
He was free, free in every way, free to behave like a fool or a machine, free to accept, free to refuse, free to equivocate; to marry, to give up the game, to drag this death weight about with him for...
والحق أن قتل معنويات أمة لا يتأتى أولا بتحطيم معنوياتها وإنما يكون بإنحطاط أخلاقها
[M]an is condemned to be free. Condemned, because he did not create himself, in other respect is free; because, once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does. The Existentialist...
You know, it's quite a job starting to love somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment, in the very beginning, when you have to jump across a precipice: if you th...
What if something were to happen? What if something suddenly started throbbing? Then they would notice it was there and they'd think their hearts were going to burst. Then what good would their dykes,...
Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.