Jean-Paul Sartre Quotes

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.

It is meaningless that we are born, it is meaningless that we die.

People always want reasons for things ... but sometimes there are no reasons.

I'm simply an accident. Why take it all so seriously?

Nothing is a matter of life and death except life and death.

I was born accidentally. I lived accidentally in London. We nearly migrated to New Zealand. So much of my life has been a product of chance, I can't see a meaning in it at all.

The meaningless absurdity of life is the only incontestable knowledge accessible to man.

Why should I live? Why should I do anything? Is there in life any purpose which the inevitable death that awaits me does not undo and destroy?

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus!

There is not much difference between a mortal man and a dying man. The absurdity of making plans is only slightly more obvious in the second case.

You are not just a meaningless fragment in an alien universe, briefly suspended between life and death, allowed a few short-lived pleasures followed by pain and ultimate annihilation.

Life in itself / Is nothing, / An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. / It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, / April / Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

Like life itself my stories have no point and get absolutely nowhere.

The last act is bloody, however pleasant all the rest of the play is: a little earth is thrown at last upon our head, and that is the end forever.

There is no means of proving it is preferable to be than not to be.

The ceaseless labour of your life is to build the house of death.

Regarding life, the wisest men of all ages have judged alike: it is worthless.

But if we begin thinking about the world being over 100 million years old, then it's absolutely by chance that you and I are sitting here alive today, while all the others are dead or have never been born.

Life, in my estimation, is a biological misadventure that we terminate on the shoulders of six strange men whose only objective is to make a hole in one with you.

Everything on earth is a game. A passing thing. We all end up dead. We all end up the same, don't we?

We shall all die, and our lives will be irrelevant then.

Sometimes it feels as if everything in life is just something we haul into the grave.

You must realize that one day you will die. Until then you are worthless.

It even feels absurd to be writing or singing a song at all - in the context of actual death, being alive feels absurd.