Jean-Paul Sartre Quotes

A long time ago, Descartes sad, “I think, therefore I am.” But if you are not thinking, what?

Descartes said, "I think, therefore I am." I say, "I do not think, that is why I exist."

I think, therefore I am confused.

I looked below and saw my people there, and all were well and happy except one, and he was lying like the dead - and that one was myself.

Sometimes I think, sometimes I am .

I’m me, and at the same time not me. That’s what it felt like. A very still, quiet feeling.

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.

A man who finds himself among others is irritated because he does not know why he is not one of the others. In bed next to a girl he loves, he forgets that he does not know why he is himself instead of the body he touches. Without knowing it, he suffers from the mental darkness that keeps him from screaming that he himself is the girl who forgets his presence while shuddering in his arms.

For every seeing soul, there are two absorbing facts - I, and the abyss.

Philosophy, which formerly raised man to feel conscious of himself because he was a thinking being and to say, 'I think therefore I am," now raises him to say ... "I think, therefore I am not," (unless he takes thought into consideration only in that humble region where it is confused with action).

I move, therefore I am.

The very act of questioning whether you exist proves you do, because you must be there for the doubt to be entertained in the first place.

What are you? What am I? Those are the questions that constantly persecute and torment me and perhaps also play some part in my art.

At times I think and at times I am.

My thought is me: that is why I cannot stop thinking. I exist because I think I cannot keep from thinking.

I took a selfie to prove to myself that I exist!

Yeah, well my name is Bai Ling. That means white spirit, and I really feel like sometimes I'm not existing.

I think, therefore I am.

I am, therefore I'll think.

People think about who they are in the stillest hour of the night. I carry this thought, the child's mystery and terror of this thought, I feel this immensity in my soul every second of my life.

There was a young man who said though, it seems that I know that I know, but what I would like to see is the I that knows me when I know that I know that I know.

Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.

I think where I am not, therefore I am where I do not think. I am not whenever I am the plaything of my thought; I think of what I am where I do not think to think.

Anxieties about ourselves endure. If our proper study is indeed the study of humankind, then it has seemed-and still seems-to many that the study is dangerous. Perhaps we shall find out that we were not what we took ourselves to be. But if the historical development of science has indeed sometimes pricked our vanity, it has not plunged us into an abyss of immorality. Arguably, it has liberated us from misconceptions, and thereby aided us in our moral progress.

I think, therefore I am ... not here.