Jean-Paul Sartre Quotes
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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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He chooses the most feared, most hated man in order to worship him as a god, feeling sure that he is alone in perceiving the god’s secret virtues.
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Man is always separated from what he is by all the breadth of the being which he is not. He makes himself known to himself from the other side of the world and he looks from the horizon toward himself to recover his inner being.
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Similarly, individual acts of aristocratic generosity do not eliminate pauperism; they perpetuate it.
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Abjection is a methodological conversion, like Cartesian doubt and Husserlian epoche: it establishes the world as a closed system which consciousness regards from without, in the manner of divine understanding.
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Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil.
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Suppose that I wish to deserve the title of 'robber of remorse' and that I place in myself all the townspeople’s repentence?
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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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You have stolen my face from me: you know it and I no longer do.
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Admit it, it is your youth that you regret, more even than your crime; it is my youth you hate, even more than my innocence.
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Yes, I am so free. And what a superb absence is my soul.
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If only you knew how little I care. Cowardly or not, as long as he is a good kisser.
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Intellectuals cannot be good revolutionaries; they are just good enough to be assassins.
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Man cannot will unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself; that he is alone, abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no other aim than the one he sets himself, with no other destiny than the one he forges for himself on this earth.
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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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Her face seems ravaged by both lightning and hail. But on yours there is something like the promise of a storm: one day passion will burn it to the bone.
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I am no longer sure of anything. If I satiate my desires, I sin but I deliver myself from them; if I refuse to satisfy them, they infect the whole soul.
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Karsky: I met your father last week. Are you still interested in hearing how he is doing?Hugo: No.Karsky: It is very probable that you will be responsible for his death.Hugo: It is virtually certain that he is responsible for my life. We are even.
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esse est percipi, and he recognizes himself as being only insofar as he is perceived.
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Every age has its own poetry; in every age the circumstances of history choose a nation, a race, a class to take up the torch by creating situations that can be expressed or transcended only through poetry.
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He is dead, and my hatred has died with him.
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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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But since he has decided to have the impossibility of living, every misfortune is an opportunity which lays this importance of living before his eyes and obliges him to decide, once again, to die.
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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.