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“He takes a few dazed steps, the waiters turn out the lights and he slips into unconsciousness: when this man is lonely he sleeps.”

Quote by Jean-Paul Sartre

Book:Nausea

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Nausea

In this seminal work, the protagonist grapples with the meaninglessness of existence and the absurdity of everyday life, leading to a profound exploration of the human condition. more

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Jean-Paul Sartre
Jean-Paul Sartre

Jean-Paul Sartre was a French philosopher, writer, and playwright, born on June 21, 1905, and died on April 15, 1980. He is considered one of the most important philosophers of the 20th century, renowned for his existentialist philosophy. Sartre's works spanned across philosophy, literature, and drama, and had a profound impact on later generations. more

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“Rất nhiều người từng yêu chúng ta. Chúng ta rời bỏ họ. Đó là cái giá chúng ta phải trả. Nghĩ ra cũng là cam tâm tình nguyện. Không ai có thể cùng một lúc chiếm được cả tự do và an toàn trong cuộc sống. Đó là điều không thể. Tô này, cậu có biết nỗi cô độc của riêng một người như thế nào không? Có nghĩa là tất cả mọi người xung quanh đều không có liên quan gì tới cậu cả. Tất cả mọi người đều biến mất. Thế là mình chỉ có thể khóc.”

“The dismal fact is that self-respect has nothing to do with the approval of others — who are, after all, deceived easily enough; has nothing to do with reputation, which, as Rhett Butler told Scarlett O’Hara, is something people with courage can do without. To do without self-respect, on the other hand, is to be an unwilling audience of one to an interminable documentary that deals with one’s failings, both real and imagined, with fresh footage spliced in for every screening. There’s the glass you broke in anger, there’s the hurt on X’s face; watch now, this next scene, the night Y came back from Houston, see how you muff this one. To live without self-respect is to lie awake some night, beyond the reach of warm milk, the Phenobarbital, and the sleeping hand on the coverlet, counting up the sins of commissions and omission, the trusts betrayed, the promises subtly broken, the gifts irrevocably wasted through sloth or cowardice, or carelessness. However long we postpone it, we eventually lie down alone in that notoriously uncomfortable bed, the one we make ourselves. Whether or not we sleep in it depends, of course, on whether or not we respect ourselves.”

“But on Kwajalein, the guards sought to deprive them of something that had sustained them even as all else had been lost: dignity. This self-respect and sense of self-worth, the innermost armament of the soul, lies at the heart of humanness; to be deprived of it is to be dehumanized, to be cleaved from, and cast below, mankind.”