Jean-Paul Sartre
Jean-Paul Sartre
Jean-Paul-Charles-Aymard Sartrewas a French philosopher, playwright, novelist, political activist, biographer, and literary critic. He was one of the key figures in the philosophy of existentialism and phenomenology, and one of the leading figures in 20th-century French philosophy and Marxism...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPhilosopher
Date of Birth21 June 1905
CityParis, France
CountryFrance
Jean-Paul Sartre quotes about
essence existence
Freedom is existence, and in it existence precedes essence.
writing thinking long
I think there is an enormous diference between speaking and writing. One rereads what one writes. But one might read it slowly or quickly. In other words, you do not know how long you will have to spend deliberating over a sentence. ... But if I listen to a tape recorder, the listening time is determined by the speed at which the tape turns and not by my own needs.
mouths hell no-exit
It is better; heavier, crueler. The mouth you wear for hell.
spirituality behinds
Things are entirely what they appear to be and behind them... there is nothing.
madness absurd relation
A madman's ravings are absurd in relation to the situation in which he finds himself, but not in relation to his madness.
imperfection existence
Existence is an imperfection.
excuse remedy
Outside nature, against nature, without excuse, beyond remedy, except what remedy I find within myself.
asking revelations minutes
I am not asking for sensational revelations, but I would like to sense the meaning of that minute, to feel it's urgency...
distance heart nausea
Existence is not something which lets itself be thought of form a distance; it must invade you suddenly, master you, weigh heavily on your heart like a great motionless beast - or else there is nothing at all.
nice heart nests
I’ve dropped out of their hearts like a little sparrow fallen from its nest. So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you’ll see how nice I can be.
monday hero adventure
But for me there is neither Monday nor Sunday: there are days which pass in disorder, and then, sudden lightning like this one. Nothing has changed and yet everything is different. I can't describe it, it's like the Nausea and yet it's just the opposite: at last an adventure happens to me and when I question myself I see that it happens that I am myself and that I am here; I am the one who splits in the night, I am as happy as the hero of a novel.
eye ruins faces
Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.
dark sea littles
Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.
writing eye order
In the nineteenth century one had to give all sorts of guarantees and lead an exemplary life in order to cleanse oneself in the eyes of the bourgeois of the sin of writing, for literature is, in essence, heresy. The situation has not changed except that it is now the Communists, that is, the qualified representatives of the proletariat, who as a matter of principle regard the writer as suspect.