I construct my memories with my present. I am lost, abandoned in the present. I try in vain to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.
Jean-Paul SartreFor 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 SartreTags: erotics-of-perception
I had found my religion: nothing seemed more important to me than a book. I saw the library as a temple.
Jean-Paul SartreTags: words reading books literature library
I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
Jean-Paul SartreTags: existence
The vegetation has crawled mile for mile towards the towns. It is waiting. When the town dies, the Vegetation will invade it, it will clamber over the stones, it will grip them, search them, burst them open with its long black pincers; it will bind the holes and hang its green paws everywhere.
Jean-Paul SartreThe bond between being and non-being can be only internal. It is within being qua being that non-being must arise, and within non-being that being must spring up; and this relation can not be a fact, a natural law, but an upsurge of the being which is its own nothingness of being.
Jean-Paul SartreIt is disgusting -- Why must we have bodies?
Jean-Paul SartreSome of these days,
Oh, you'll miss me honey
Il n’y a de réalité que dans l’action… [L’être humain] n’existe que dans la mesure où il se réalise, il n’est donc rien d’autre que sa vie
Jean-Paul SartreJ’existe. C’est doux, si doux, si lent. Et léger: on dirait que ça tient en l’air tout seul. Ça remue. Ce sont des effleurements partout qui fondent et s’évanouissent. Tout doux, tout doux.
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