Jean Paul
Jean Paul
Jean Paul, born Johann Paul Friedrich Richter, was a German Romantic writer, best known for his humorous novels and stories...
NationalityGerman
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth21 March 1763
CountryGermany
existentialism existence
I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
infinite finite
No finite point has meaning without an infinite reference point.
christian atheist thinking
There are two kinds of existentialist; first, those who are Christian...and on the other hand the atheistic existentialists, among whom...I class myself. What they have in common is that they think that existence precedes essence, or, if you prefer, that subjectivity must be the turning point.
book lasts shelves
There is a universe behind and before him. And the day is approaching when closing the last book on the last shelf on the far left; he will say to himself, "now what?
cutting silence ears
Ha! to forget. How childish! I feel you in my bones. Your silence screams in my ears. You may nail your mouth shut, you may cut out your tongue, can you keep yourself from existing? Will you stop your thoughts.
good-night sleep desire
I have such a desire to sleep and am so much behind my sleep. A good night, one good night and all this nonsense will be swept away.
life lying love-you
If you die, I will lie down beside you and I will stay there until the end, without eating or drinking, you will rot in my arms and I will love you as carcass: for you love nothing if you do not love everything.
stills
To choose not to choose is still to act.
food people breakfast
Hell is other people at breakfast.
spring cutting use
I'd come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.
sleep water tree
I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.
cycling life-is realizing
Handing over a bank note is enough to make a bicycle belong to me, but my entire life is needed to realize this possession.
fear heart secret-places
There were days when you peered into yourself, into the secret places of your heart, and what you saw there made you faint with horror. And then, next day, you didn't know what to make of it,you couldn't interpret the horror you had glimpsed the day before. Yes, you know what evil costs.
philosophy thinking complaining
It is therefore senseless to think of complaining since nothing foreign has decided what we feel, what we live, or what we are.