Don’t turn from me, please. Take me in your arms. Gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart—and you’ll see how nice I can be.
Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit
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Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.
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Tonight I love you on a spring evening. I love you with the window open. You are mine, and things are mine, and my love alters the things around me and the things around me alter my love.
Jean-Paul Sartre in a letter to Simone De Beauvoir written c. 1926 from Witness to My Life: The Letters of Jean-Paul Sartre to Simone De Beauvoir, 1926–1939
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Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit and Three Other Plays; “The Flies”
Text ID: But I—What am I but an empty shell? Some creature has devoured me, gnawed out my inner self.
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Cada palavra tem consequências, cada silêncio também.
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Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre
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