What is life but an unpleasant interruption to a peaceful nonexistence.
To know what life is worth you have to risk it once in a while.
What never vary are the necessities of being in the world, of having to labor and to die there.
We will not go to Heaven,Goetz, and even if we both entered it, we would not have eyes to see each other, nor hands to touch each other. Up there, God gets all the attention.... We can only love on this earth and against God.
It is too early to love. We will buy the right to do so by shedding blood.
Life is a useless passion.
The more absurd life is, the more insupportable death is.
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.
We cannot withdraw our cards from the game. Were we as silent and mute as stones, our very passivity would be an act.
Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is.
It's quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don't do it.
The poor don't know that their function in life is to exercise our generosity.
Life begins on the other side of despair.
It is up to you to give life a meaning.
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.
Handing over a bank note is enough to make a bicycle belong to me, but my entire life is needed to realize this possession.
One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.
I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.
Life has no meaning a priori… It is up to you to give it a meaning, and value is nothing but the meaning that you choose.
Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.
Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.
Life has no meaning the moment you loose the illusion of being eternal.