Jean-Paul Sartre Quotes

All of my close friends are emotional train wrecks. This is what makes our lives interesting - constantly doubting ourselves, worrying, wondering if we've made a mistake. Could we have done better? Are we good people? Are we bad people?

There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.

If I cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?

If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.

There are times I can't even figure myself out.

I have opinions of my own—strong opinions—but I don’t always agree with them.

Personally, I've struggled with a lot of doubt in myself at times.

I doubt about myself. I think doubts are good in life. The people who don't have doubts I think only two things-arrogance or not intelligence.

The thing I believe in most in the world is my own fallibility, so I am willing to believe that I may be wrong too.

Having got into bed and turned out the light, I quietly burst into tears because I am not a good person. As they came and went for some minutes, I was concerned with the words following 'because' in the previous sentence, rewriting them over and over in my head until they seemed to be as close to the truth as it was possible for me to make them.

We have to be self-critical even in context that we might be critical of, even as we - our pieces appear in it.

Sometimes I have that kind of critical mind to myself as well. This is because there are times where I have to do things that I don't wish to.

Here's how my brain works: It's stupidity, followed by self-hatred, and then further analysis.

I think that there's some confusion in my own mind about what I believe.

And she keeps saying, how can you do this to me? And i want to scream, what do you mean, how can I do this to you? Aren't we confusing our pronouns here? The question, really, is How could I do this to myself?

…but all day long I would be training myself to think, to understand, to criticize, to know myself; I was seeking for the absolute truth: this preoccupation did not exactly encourage polite conversation.

Be brutal with the past, especially your own, and have no respect for the philosophies that are foisted on you from outside.

I hate mankind, for I think myself one of the best of them, and I know how bad I am.

I've always been at war with myself, for right or wrong.

I'm so super-critical of everything that I do.

I have written too much history to have faith in it; and if anyone thinks I'm wrong, I am inclined to agree with him.

As a person... I'm a little more doubtful, introspective and analytical.

I had a series of mini-breakdowns where the public persona - this thing, this face, this person who writes this music... I would walk past that person in the mirror or listen to that person playing guitar and I didn't know who they were.

I don't know if I'm so righteous.

I always entertain the notion that I'm wrong, or that I'll have to revise my opinion. Most of the time that feels good; sometimes it really hurts and is embarrassing.