Do you think that I count the days? There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.
If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company.
She believed in nothing. Only her scepticism kept her from being an atheist.
Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth.
When the rich wage war it's the poor who die.
Freedom is what we do with what is done to us.
Better to die on one's feet than to live on one's knees.
Man is condemned to be free. Condemned because he did not create himself, yet is nevertheless at liberty, and from the moment he is thrown into this world he is responsible for everything he does.
I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven's name, why is it so important to think the same things all together.
Man is fully responsible for his nature and his choices.
I confused things with their names: that is belief.
We do not judge the people we love.
Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.
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.
I never could bear the idea of anyone's expecting something from me. It always made me want to do just the opposite.
We must act out passion before we can feel it.
We only become what we are by the radical and deep-seated refusal of that which others have made of us.
Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.
Hell is other people at breakfast.
What do we mean by saying that existence precedes essence? We mean that man first of all exists, encounters himself, surges up in the world-and defines himself afterward.
Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you.
Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.
Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.
If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company.
Life has no meaning a priori" It is up to you to give it a meaning, and value is nothing but the meaning that you choose.
Man is nothing else but what he purposes, he exists only in so far as he realizes himself, he is therefore nothing else but the sum of his actions, nothing else but what his life is.
Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.
Acting is a question of absorbing other people's personalities and adding some of your own experience.
I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.
Handing over a bank note is enough to make a bicycle belong to me, but my entire life is needed to realize this possession.
The absurd man will not commit suicide; he wants to live, without relinquishing any of his certainty, without a future, without hope, without illusions " and without resignation either. He stares at death with passionate attention and this fascination liberates him. He experiences the "divine irresponsibility" of the condemned man.
Evil is the product of the ability of humans to make abstract that which is concrete.
When rich people fight wars with one another, poor people are the ones to die.
I am. I am, I exist, I think, therefore I am; I am because I think, why do I think? I don't want to think any more, I am because I think that I don't want to be, I think that I . . . because . . . ugh!
I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.
She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist.
I felt myself in a solitude so frightful that I contemplated suicide. What held me back was the idea that no one, absolutely no one, would be moved by my death, that I would be even more alone in death than in life.
My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. I exist because I think" and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment - it's frightful - if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire.