To eat is to appropriate by destruction.
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.
One always dies too soon or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.
Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.
Nothingness haunts Being.
Il n'y a de réalité que dans l'action. (There is no reality except in action.)
There is no human nature, since there is no god to conceive it.
The real nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, all that was not present did not exist.
Imagination is not an empirical or superadded power of consciousness, it is the whole of consciousness as it realizes its freedom.
Our responsibility is much greater than we might have supposed, because it involves all mankind.
The existentialist says at once that man is anguish.
Don't you feel the same way? When I cannot see myself, even though I touch myself, I wonder if I really exist.
I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
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.
Words are loaded pistols.
I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in . . . but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.
Death is a continuation of my life without me...
Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.