Sartre's Nausea

I fix nothing, I let it go.

But it stayed there, like a dead weight inside me.

To be nothing but coldness.

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.

Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.

Freedom is what we do with what is done to us.

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

If you’re lonely when you’re alone, you’re in bad company.

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.

I had found my religion: nothing seemed more important to me than a book. I saw the library as a temple.

I found the human heart empty and insipid everywhere except in books.

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

Freedom is what we do with what is done to us.