Jean-Paul Sartre Quotes

I lived and languished.

There is only one thing I want. I would like to be seriously ill, and to hear nothing more about him for at least a week. Why doesn't something happen to me? Why do I have to go through all this? If only I had never set eyes on him!

This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

But there are other things than dissipation that thicken the features. Tears, for example.

Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.

The truth is simple, you do not die from love. You only wish you did.

Each day brought just another minute of the things they could not leave behind. Jane Barrington sitting on the train coming back to Leningrad from Moscow, holding on to her son, knowing she had failed him, crying for Alexander, wanting another drink, and Harold, in his prison cell, crying for Alexander, and Yuri Stepanov on his stomach in the mud in Finland, crying for Alexander, and Dasha in the truck, on the Ladoga ice, crying for Alexander, and Tatiana on her knees in the Finland marsh, screaming for Alexander, and Anthony, alone with his nightmares, crying for his father.

Maybe I'll be like the man in the Hanging Tree still waiting for an answer.' Gale who I have never seen cry has tears in his eyes. To keep them from spilling over. I reach forward and press my lips against his. We taste of heat, ashes and misery.

When he has lost all hope, all object in life, man becomes a monster in his misery.

But now, like a fallen sparrow On a golden chain, I'm forever bound in shadow, A prisoner to my pain.

I wish I had no heart, it aches so.

I am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel equally distributed to the whole human family, there would not be one cheerful face on the earth. Whether I shall ever be better, I cannot tell; I awfully forebode I shall not. To remain as I am is impossible. I must die or be better, it appears to me.

In the country of pain we are each alone.

The delta blues is a low-down, dirty shame blues. It's a sad, big wide sound, something to make you think about people who are dead or the women who left you.

Sometimes I can only groan, and suffer, and pour out my despair at the piano!

Hell, madam, is to love no longer.

Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.

Fans say I have a lot of sorrow in my eyes. It's true.

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.

If I could drop dead right now, I'd be the happiest man alive.

These hands which stretch out, implore, beg, then rise to the head in a gesture of calamity.

I have heartaches, I have blues. No matter what you got, the blues is there. 'Cause that's all I know - the blues. And I can sing the blues so deep until you can have this room full of money and I can give you the blues.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

Sorrow makes an ugly face odious.