Tu ești pentru mine relația necesară. Toți ceilalți sunt întâmplători.
Jean-Paul SartreTag: love passion relationship intimacy
He takes a few dazed steps, the waiters turn out the lights and he slips into unconsciousness: when this man is lonely he sleeps.
Jean-Paul SartreTag: lonely nausea jean-paul-sartre
If God does not exist, are we provided with any values or commands that could legitimise our behaviour.
Jean-Paul SartreHow can you expect my character to be solidly real, to be anything other than obviously imaginary, when everything is contingent anyway? My Character has been deformed out of reality by his own nihilism, his own metaphysical nothingness.
Jean-Paul SartreRevoluţionarul este individul care doreşte să schimbe lumea şi o depăşeşte în sensul viitorului către o ordine a valorilor pe care o inventează.
Jean-Paul SartreTo believe is to know you believe, and to know you believe is not to believe.
Jean-Paul SartreTag: belief
Concha would cry when she found out I was dead, she should have no taste for life for months afterward. But I was still the one who was going to die. I thought of her soft, beautiful eyes. when she looked at me something passed her to me. But I knew it was over: if she looked at me now the look would stay in her eyes, it wouldn't reach me. I was alone
Jean-Paul SartreTag: fear love melancholy death-and-dying
Perhaps it is impossible to understand one's own face ... People who live in society have learned how to see themselves in mirrors as they appear to their friends. I have no friends. Is that why my flesh is so naked? You might say -- yes you might say, nature without humanity.
Jean-Paul SartreTag: nausea face mirror sartre jean-paul
It is the reflection of my face. Often in these lost days I study it: I can understand nothing of this face. The faces of others have some sense, some direction. Not mine. I cannot even decide whether it is handsome or ugly. I think it is ugly because I have been told so. But it doesn't strike me. At heart, I am even shocked that anyone can attribute qualities of this kind to it, as if you called a clod of earth or a block of stone beautiful or ugly.
Jean-Paul SartreTag: reflection ugly nausea beautiful sartre jean-paul
I lean all my weight on the porcelain ledge, I draw my face closer until it touches the mirror. The eyes, nose, and mouth disappear. Nothing is left. Brown wrinkles show on each side of the feverish swelled lips, crevices, mole holes. A silky, white down covers the great slopes of the cheeks, two hairs protrude from the nostrils: it is a geological embossed map. And, in spite of everything, this lunar world is familiar to me. I cannot say I recognize the details. But the whole thing gives me an impression of something seen before which stupefies me: I slip quietly off to sleep.
Jean-Paul SartreTag: nausea face map sartre jean-paul
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