#nausea

People. You must love people. Men are admirable. I want to vomit—and suddenly, there it is: the Nausea ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#people #vomit #love

It's quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness...There is a moment, right at the start, where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think abut it you don't do it. I know that I shall never jump again. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#love

I am alone in this white, garden-rimmed street. Alone and free. But this freedom is rather like death. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#nausea #death

For seven days she lay in bed looking sullenly at the ceiling as though resenting the death she had cultivated for so many years. Like some people who cannot vomit despite horrible nausea, she lay there unable to die, resisting death as she had resisted life, frozen with resentment of process and change. ↗

— William S. Burroughs

#nausea #resentment #change

Did you know babies are nauseated by the smell of a clean shirt? ↗

— Jeff Foxworthy

#clean #did #know #nauseated #shirt

All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up. ↗

— James Baldwin

#expression #james-baldwin #nausea #survival #vomit

Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#monotony #nausea #sartre #change

Nothing has changed and yet everything is different. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sarte

#change

I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where ? To this very moment... ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#existentialist #nausea #men

Then, with an extended, falling glissando of disgust, the whole string section, plus flutes and piccolo, surged toward the brass, leaving the music critic and his deed - an early evening frites and mayonnaise on Oude Hoogstraat - illuminated under a lonely chandelier. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#humor #music #nausea #music