Jean-Paul Sartre — Philosophical Quotes

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Jean-Paul Sartre Quotes

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Jean-Paul Sartre

Philosopher, Writer

Philosophical

“All I want is' - and he uttered the final words through clenched teeth and with a sort of shame - 'to retain my freedom.' I should myself have thought,' said Jacques, 'that freedom consisted in frankly confronting situations into which one had deliberately entered, and accepting all one's responsibilities. But that, no doubt, is not your view.”

Views Responsibility Doubt

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Jean-Paul Sartre

Philosopher, Writer

Philosophical

“If I did not publish this autobiography [Les Mots] sooner and in its most radical form, it is because I considered it exaggerated.”

Form Radical Autobiography

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Philosophical

“The plight of modern man is that he is condemmed to be free.”

Men Modern

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Philosophical

“There it is: I am gently slipping into the water's depths, towards fear.”

Water Depth

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Philosophical

“The world would get along very well without literature. It would get along even better without man.”

Men World Literature

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Philosophical

“I am finishing a biography of [Gustave] Flaubert. Because he is the opposite of what I am. One needs to rub up against argument.”

Needs Opposites Biographies

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Philosophical

“What's done at night belongs to the night. In the daytime you don't talk about it.”

Night Done

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Philosophical

“An individual chooses and makes himself.”

Individual

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Philosophical

“My thought is me: that is why I cannot stop thinking. I exist because I think I cannot keep from thinking.”

Thinking My Thoughts

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Philosophical

“A man is involved in life, leaves his impress on it, and outside of that there is nothing.”

Men Involved Impress

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Philosophical

“One could only damage oneself through the harm one did to others. One could never get directly at oneself.”

Damage Oneself Harm

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Philosophical

“I exist. It's sweet, so sweet, so slow. And light: you'd think it floated all by itself. It stirs. It brushes by me, melts and vanishes. Gently, gently. There is bubbling water in my mouth. I swallow. It slides down my throat, it caresses me — and now it comes up again into my mouth. For ever I shall have a little pool of whitish water in my mouth - lying low - grazing my tongue. And this pool is still me. And the tongue. And the throat is me.”

Thinking Lying Sweet

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