Quotes About Existentialist

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Jean-Paul Sartre
“I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me,
and I have followed the source of rivers towards their
source or plunged into forests, always making for other
cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and
I could never turn back any more than a record can spin
in reverse. And all that was leading me where ?
To this very moment...”
Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“Part of being of a true existentialist is wanting to be what we make ourselves be by the way we choose to act, as opposed to making excuses for the way we act and regretting it.”
Gary Cox, How to Be an Existentialist: or How to Get Real, Get a Grip and Stop Making Excuses

Jostein Gaarder
“There exists a world. In terms of probability this borders on the impossible. It would have been far more likely if, by chance, there was nothing at all. Then, at least, no one would have began asking why there was nothing.”
Jostein Gaarder, Maya

Ernesto Sábato
“…Me anima la débil esperanza de que alguna persona llegue a entenderme. Aunque sea una sola persona. (66)”
Ernesto Sábato, El túnel

Isaac Hooke
“You are the illusion. The person in the mirror is real.”
Isaac Hooke, The Forever Gate 2

Timothy Findley
“Nothing so completely verifies our perception of a thing as our killing of it.”
Timothy Findley, The Wars

Ashim Shanker
“I feel as though dispossessed from the semblances of some crystalline reality to which I’d grown accustomed, and to some degree, had engaged in as a participant, but to which I had, nevertheless, grown inexplicably irrelevant. But the elements of this phenomenon are now quickly dissolving from memory and being replaced by reverse-engineered Random Access actualizations of junk code/DNA consciousness, the retro-coded catalysts of rogue cellular activity. The steel meshing titters musically and in its song, I hear a forgotten tale of the Interstitial gaps that form pinpoint vortexes at which fibers (quanta, as it were) of Reason come to a standstill, like light on the edge of a Singularity. The gaps, along their ridges, seasonally infected by the incidental wildfires in the collective unconscious substrata.

Heat flanks passageways down the Interstices. Wildfires cluster—spread down the base trunk Axon in a definitive roar: hitting branches, flaring out to Dendrites to give rise to this release of the very chemical seeds through which sentience is begotten.

Float about the ether, gliding a gentle current, before skimming down, to a skip over the surface of a sea of deep black with glimmering waves. And then, come to a stop, still inanimate and naked before any trespass into the Field, with all its layers that serve to veil. Plunge downward into the trenches. Swim backwards, upstream, and down through these spiraling jets of bubbles. Plummet past the threshold to trace the living history of shadows back to their source virus. And acquire this sense that the viruses as a sample, all of the outlying populations withstanding: they have their own sense of self-importance, too. Their own religion. And they mine their hosts barren with the utilitarian wherewithal that can only be expected of beings with self-preservationist motives.”
Ashim Shanker, Sinew of the Social Species

Johnny Rich
“He’s a typical existentialist. And that’s a contradiction in terms if ever there was one.”
Johnny Rich, The Human Script

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