What I ask of [the writer] is not to ignore the reality and the fundamental problems that exist. The world's hunger, the atomic threat, the alienation of man, I am astonished that they do not color all our literature. Jean-Paul Sartre More Quotes by Jean-Paul Sartre More Quotes From Jean-Paul Sartre Introspection is always retrospection Jean-Paul Sartre introspection human-nature The more one is absorbed in fighting evil, the less one is tempted to place the good in question. Jean-Paul Sartre tempted fighting evil One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life. Jean-Paul Sartre existence-of-life existentialism death If you die, I will lie down beside you and I will stay there until the end, without eating or drinking, you will rot in my arms and I will love you as carcass: for you love nothing if you do not love everything. Jean-Paul Sartre drinking life lying Generosity is nothing else than a craze to possess. All which I abandon, all which I give, I enjoy in a higher manner through the fact that I give it away. To give is to enjoy possessively the object which one gives. Jean-Paul Sartre generosity giving facts I have such a desire to sleep and am so much behind my sleep. A good night, one good night and all this nonsense will be swept away. Jean-Paul Sartre good-night desire sleep There were days when you peered into yourself, into the secret places of your heart, and what you saw there made you faint with horror. And then, next day, you didn't know what to make of it,you couldn't interpret the horror you had glimpsed the day before. Yes, you know what evil costs. Jean-Paul Sartre secret-places fear heart As for the square at Meknes, where I used to go every day, it's even simpler: I do not see it at all anymore. All that remains is the vague feeling that it was charming, and these five words that are indivisibly bound together: a charming square at Meknes. ... I don't see anything any more: I can search the past in vain, I can only find these scraps of images and I am not sure what they represent, whether they are memories or just fiction. Jean-Paul Sartre squares memories past I wanted pure love: foolishness; to love one another is to hate a common enemy: I will thus espouse your hatred. I wanted Good: nonsense; on this earth and in these times, Good and Bad are inseparable: I accept to be evil in order to become good. Jean-Paul Sartre hate life order God is absence. God is the solitude of man. Jean-Paul Sartre solitude absence men What I regretted in La Nausee was not to have put myself completely into the thing. I remained outside my hero's disease, protected by my neurosis which, through writing, gave me happiness. Jean-Paul Sartre neurosis hero writing I will take it all: tongs, molten lead, prongs, garrotes, all that burns, all that tears, I want to truly suffer. Better one hundred bites, better the whip, vitriol, than this suffering in the head, this ghost of suffering which grazes and caresses and never hurts enough. Jean-Paul Sartre tears suffering hurt What is boredom? It is when there is simultaneously too much and not enough. Jean-Paul Sartre boredom too-much enough To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June Jean-Paul Sartre lovely june summer We cannot withdraw our cards from the game. Were we as silent and mute as stones, our very passivity would be an act. Jean-Paul Sartre would-be games life Consciousness is a being the nature of which is to be conscious of the nothingness of its being. Jean-Paul Sartre nothingness consciousness conscious 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 story. But you have to choose: live or tell. Jean-Paul Sartre adventure men people We will not go to Heaven,Goetz, and even if we both entered it, we would not have eyes to see each other, nor hands to touch each other. Up there, God gets all the attention.... We can only love on this earth and against God. Jean-Paul Sartre eye life hands For the artist, the color, the bouquet, the tinkling of the spoon on the saucer, are things in the highest degree. He stops at the quality of the sound or the form. He returns to it constantly and is enchanted with it. Jean-Paul Sartre quality color artist Life gave me everything I asked Jean-Paul Sartre deals problem ifs
