Jean-Paul Sartre Quotes

O how the darkness do crowd up, one against the other, in ye hearts! What fear ye more that what ye have wroughten?

I was just struggling with my inner vachette and pondering the depths of my own inhumanity.

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

We've all got darkness inside us. And I've got quite a lot of darkness.

What I was chasing in circles must have been the tail of the darkness inside me.

Sure, I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental. But, in leisure years I could grow and choose my way. Now I am living on the edge. We all are on the brink, and it takes a lot of nerve, a lot of energy, to teeter on the edge, looking over, looking down into the windy blackness and not being quite able to make out, through the yellow, stinking mist, just what lies below in the slime, in the oozing, vomit-streaked slime; and so I could go on, my thoughts, writing much, trying to find the core, the meaning for myself.

Until we have met the monsters in ourselves, we keep trying to slay them in the outer world. And we find that we cannot. For all darkness in the world stems from darkness in the heart. And it is there that we must do our work.

He had been driven hither by the impulse of that Remorse which dogged him everywhere, and whose own sister and closely linked companion was that Cowardice which invariably drew him back, with her tremulous gripe, just when the other impulse had hurried him to the verge of a disclosure.

I feel there is an angel in me' she'd say 'whom I am constantly shocking

Shedding off one more layer of skin, Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.

Feeling a tremendous rakehell, and not liking myself much for it, and feeling rather a good chap for not liking myself much for it, and not liking myself at all for feeling rather a good chap.

I look into my own black heart.

I didn't tell him that what I was most scared of, most haunted by, was something I didn't understand and could never run away from. It was myself.

I nod, because I do understand. I'm just not sure how to go about divorcing myself from the evil I've already accepted.

Somewhere deep down there's a decent man in me, he just can't be found.

Some of the greatest battles will be fought within the silent chambers of your own soul.

I was being called to surrender the very citadel of my self. I was completely in the dark. I did not really know what repentance was or what I was required to repent of. It was indeed the turning point of my life.

I more fear what is within me than what comes from without.

Some of my instincts are reprehensible.

No one wants to spend too long inside their own darkness.

It's ironic, but until you can free those final monsters within the jungle of yourself, your life, your soul is up for grabs.

It's something that I had been pushing down my whole life. The search for meaning, I guess, the whispering of the soul.

You have a book like 'The Shining,' where the hotel is scary - but scarier because it's the haunted house of Jack Torrance's heart.

A lot of the time, I write in the third person, but I'm mostly describing my own ordeals. When those unsettled struggles prey on your mind, you become haunted. To get free, you must defeat your ghosts.

I'm not even sure who I really am sometimes.