Jean-Paul Sartre Quotes
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It is the good children, Madame, who make the most terrible revolutionaries. They say nothing, they do not hide under the table, they eat only one sweet at a time, but later on, they make Society pay dearly for it!
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I, for my part, do not conceive an act as having causes, and I consider myself satisfied when I have found in it not its ‘factors’ but the general themes which it organizes: for our decisions gather into new syntheses and on new occasions the leitmotif that governs our life
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What then did you expect when you unbound the gag that muted those black mouths? That they would chant your praises? Did you think that when those heads that our fathers had forcibly bowed down to the ground were raised again, you would find adoration in their eyes?
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Genet is a man-failure: he wills the impossible in order to derive from the tragic grandeur of this defeat the assurance that there is something other than the possible.
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For Genet, Beauty will be the offensive weapon that will enable him to beat the just on their own ground: that of value.
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Ha! to forget. How childish! I feel you in my bones. Your silence screams in my ears. You may nail your mouth shut, you may cut out your tongue, can you keep yourself from existing? Will you stop your thoughts.
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But when they have realized that it society rejects them forever, they themselves assume the ostracism of which they are victims so as not to leave the initiative to their oppressors
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Our responsibility is much greater than we might have supposed, because it involves all mankind.
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Yes, I am so free. And what a superb absence is my soul.
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Alors, c’est ça l’enfer. Je n'aurais jamais cru... vous vous rappelez: le soufre, le bûcher, le gril... ah! Quelle plaisanterie. Pas besoin de gril, l'enfer, c'est les autres.
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We were too light, Electra. Now our feet press down in the earth like the wheels of a cart in its groove. Come with me, and we will walk heavily, bending under the weight of our heavy load.
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Quand les riches se font la guerre, ce sont les pauvres qui meurent.
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How can I, who was not able to retain my own past, hope to save that of another?
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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.
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Since he is unable to be the beloved, he will become the lover.
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…and if you are common, you can dress up as a woman, show you behind or write poems: there’s nothing offensive about a naked behind if it’s everybody’s; each person will be mirrored in it.
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In any case, if you ever leave me with a handsome man, do not tell me that you trust me because, let me warn you: that is not what will prevent me from deceiving you, if I want to. On the contrary.
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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.
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A man who is free is like a mangy sheep in a herd. He will contaminate my entire kingdom and ruin my work.
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If we must absolutely mention this state of affairs, I suggest that we call ourselves 'absent', that is more proper.
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It is certain that we cannot escape anguish, for we are anguish.
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Your crystal? That’s silly. Whom do you think you are fooling? Come on, everyone knows that I threw the baby out of the window. The crystal is shattered on earth, and I do not care. I am no longer anything but a skin, and my skin does not belong to you.
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such mad confidence within despair.
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…the prisoner’s dreams is the guard’s spirituality