Jean-Paul Sartre Quotes

Life may be not only meaningless but absurd.

At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face.

In the nineteenth century the problem was that God is dead. In the twentieth century the problem is that man is dead.

I believe that we are all, openly or secretly, struggling against one or another kind of nihilism.

Meaning is man-created. And because you constantly look for meaning, you start to feel meaninglessness.

The great question of philosophy remains: If life is meaningless, what can be done about alphabet soup?

This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity.

What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?

Everything is absurd.

Everything in the world is gloriously meaningless.

The point is there ain't no point.

And if there is no lining to the world? If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day Make no sense following each other?

For the absurd man, it is not a matter of explaining and solving, but of experiencing and describing. Everything begins with lucid indifference.

We know life is futile. A man who considers that his life is of very wonderful importance is awfully close to a padded cell.

Since all life is futility, then the decision to exist must be the most irrational of all.

I think you can get to a point where nihilism, if that's the right word, is overwhelming, and the basic laws that society has set up - either religious or social laws - become meaningless.

We don't understand why we're here, no one's giving us an answer, religion is vague, your parents can't help because they're just people, and it's all terrible, and there's no meaning to anything.

When I was young I read 'L'Etranger' by Camus, and it made me aware of the strangeness of life.

Ecstatic absurdity: it's the confrontation with meaninglessness.

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

The absurd is the essential concept and the first truth.

The more the universe seems comprehensible, the more it also seems pointless.

Life is tragic and absurd, and none of it has any purpose at all.

My search not only failed, but I convinced myself that all those who had searched like myself had failed also, and come like me to the despairing conviction that the only absolute knowledge man can possess is this—that life is without a meaning.

Everything means nothing that is the only truth.