If a victory is told in detail, one can no longer distinguish it from a defeat.
Jean-Paul SartreRead
Ah! How I hate the crimes of the new generation: they are dry and sterile as darnel.
Interpretation
Sartre expresses disdain for the lack of vitality and creativity in the new generation's actions.
In this quote, Jean-Paul Sartre critiques the new generation's behavior, likening their actions to 'dry and sterile' plants. He suggests that the moral and creative richness of past generations is lacking, emphasizing a sense of disappointment in the cultural and ethical standards of contemporary society, which he perceives as unoriginal and devoid of passion.
In practice
In a discussion about youth culture and creativity, one might use this quote to emphasize concerns about originality.
If a victory is told in detail, one can no longer distinguish it from a defeat.
All I want is' - and he uttered the final words through clenched teeth and with a sort of shame - 'to retain my freedom.' I should myself have thought,' said Jacques, 'that freedom consisted in frankly confronting situations into which one had deliberately entered, and accepting all one's responsibilities. But that, no doubt, is not your view.
If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company.
A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.
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.
Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil.
What I know for sure is that what you give comes back to you. That's not just my theory or point of view, it's physics. Life is an energy of giving and receiving... Those that are greedy, hit a road block where they are alone. Give more than you receive and be grateful for those around you.
Globalization, as defined by rich people like us, is a very nice thing... you are talking about the Internet, you are talking about cell phones, you are talking about computers. This doesn't affect two-thirds of the people of the world.
I pictured a low timber house with a shingled roof, caulked against storms, with blazing log fires inside and the walls lined with all the best books, somewhere to live when the rest of the world blew up.
Is there not a sort of remorse that precedes sin? Was it remorse at the very fact that I existed?
This is a war universe. War all the time. That is its nature. There may be other universes based on all sorts of other principles, but ours seems to be based on war and games.
The rule of joy and the law of duty seem to me all one.
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