If a victory is told in detail, one can no longer distinguish it from a defeat.
I felt myself in a solitude so frightful that I contemplated suicide. What held me back was the idea that no one, absolutely no one, would be moved by my death, that I would be even more alone in death than in life.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote explores deep feelings of loneliness and the despair that can lead one to contemplate suicide, highlighting the importance of connection with others.
In this quote, Jean-Paul Sartre expresses the harrowing isolation that can be experienced in life, to the point where he considers taking his own life. However, he realizes that dying would not only end his suffering but also lead to an even greater solitude, as he would be forgotten and unmourned by others. This reflection emphasizes the fundamental human need for relationships and the impact that our existence has on those around us.
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Example use cases
In a mental health awareness speech, one might use this quote to illustrate the importance of checking in on friends.
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If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company.
A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.
I wanted pure love: foolishness; to love one another is to hate a common enemy: I will thus espouse your hatred. I wanted Good: nonsense; on this earth and in these times, Good and Bad are inseparable: I accept to be evil in order to become good.
Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil.
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It is a campaign not for abundance but for austerity. It is a campaign not for more freedom but for less. Strangest of all, it is a campaign not just against other people, but against ourselves.
Certainly Adam in Paradise had not more sweet and curious apprehensions of the world, than I when I was a child.
A world in which there are monsters, and ghosts, and things that want to steal your heart is a world in which there are angels, and dreams and a world in which there is hope.
Gardening is the handiest excuse for being a philosopher. Nobody guesses, nobody accuses, nobody knows, but there you are, Plato in the peonies, Socrates force-growing his own hemlock. A man toting a sack of blood manure across his lawn is kin to Atlas letting the world spin easy on his shoulder.
This is his first punishment, that by the verdict of his own heart no guilty man is acquitted.