We hope you’ll join us.Winner of the 1964 Nobel Prize for Literature, Jean-Paul Sartre, French philosopher, critic, novelist, and dramatist, holds a position of singular eminence in the world of letters. That we have the best of both worlds at BookQuoters we read books cover-to-cover but Typical of the Information Age but is a habit disdained by some diehard readers. World conversely, gleaning the main ideas of a book via a quote or a quick summary is Books are seen by some as a throwback to a previous Submissions from our visitors and will select the quotes we feel are most appealing toįounded in 2023, BookQuoters has quickly become a large and vibrant community of people Interesting, well written and has potential to enhance the reader’s life. We thoughtfully gather quotes from our favorite books, both classic and current, andĬhoose the ones that are most thought-provoking. For all of us, quotes are a great way to remember a bookĪnd to carry with us the author’s best ideas. For some of us a quote becomes a mantra, a goal or a More via texts, memes and sound bytes, short but profound quotes from books have become

Memorable and interesting quotes from great books. if I yield, they're going to come round in front of me, between my eyes, and I always yield, the thought grows and grows and there it is, immense, filling me completely and renewing my existence.”īookQuoters is a community of passionate readers who enjoy sharing the most meaningful, Thoughts are born at the back of me, like sudden giddiness, I feel them being born behind my head. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire: the hatred, the disgust of existing, there are as many ways to make myself exist, to thrust myself into existence. At this very moment, it's frightful, if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. Because that's still a thought.' Will there never be an end to it? I mustn't think that I don't want to think. If I could keep myself from thinking! I try, and succeed: my head seems to fill with smoke. How serpentine is this feeling of existing, I unwind it, slowly. But though I am the one who continues it, unrolls it. The body lives by itself once it has begun. For example, this sort of painful rumination: I exist, I am the one who keeps it up. It's worse than the rest because I feel responsible and have complicity in it. Then there are words, inside the thoughts, unfinished words, a sketchy sentence which constantly returns: 'I have to fi. They stretch out and there's no end to them and they leave a funny taste in the mouth. “I jump up: it would be much better if I could only stop thinking.

Nausee sartre