Thursday, June 21, 2012

Happy Birthday Jean-Paul Sartre !

Jean-Paul Charles Aymard Sartre
Today is the birthday of a French existentialist philosopher, playwright, novelist, screenwriter, political activist, biographer, and literary critic Jean-Paul Charles Aymard Sartre. Jean-Paul Sartre (21 June 1905 – 15 April 1980) was one of the key figures in the philosophy of existentialism, and one of the leading figures in 20th century French philosophy and Marxism. His work, in addition to being influential to existentialism and Marxism, has also influenced sociology, critical theory, and literary studies, and continues to influence these disciplines. Sartre has also been noted for his relationship with the prominent feminist theorist Simone de Beauvoir. He was awarded the 1964 Nobel Prize in Literature but refused it, saying that he always declined official honours and that, "a writer should not allow himself to be turned into an institution." Presenting some quotations : Being Poet
  • ·         Yes, I am so free. And what a superb absence is my soul.
  • ·         He is dead, and my hatred has died with him.
  • ·         It is better; heavier, crueler. The mouth you wear for hell.
  • ·         I have no need for good souls: an accomplice is what I wanted.
  • ·         Jupiter: "I am not your king, impudent larva? Who then has created you?"
  • ·         Orestes: "You. But you should not have created me free."
  • ·         If only you knew how little I care. Cowardly or not, as long as he is a good kisser.
  • ·         The French bourgeois doesn't dislike shit, provided it is served up to him at the right time.
  • ·         Don't you feel the same way? When I cannot see myself, even though I touch myself, I wonder if I really exist.
  • ·         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.
  • ·         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.
  • ·         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.
  • ·         As for me, I am mean: that means that I need the suffering of others to exist. A flame. A flame in their hearts. When I am all alone, I am extinguished.
  • ·         I respect orders but I respect myself too and I do not obey to foolish rules made especially to humiliate me.
  • ·         It is the same thing: killing, dying, it is the same thing: one is just as alone in each. He is luck, he will only die once. As for me, for ten days I have been killing him at every minute.
  • ·         I felt less alone when I didn't know you yet: I was waiting for the other. I thought only of his strength and never of my weakness. And now here you are, Orestes, it was you. I look at you and I see that we are two orphans.