If a victory is told in detail, one can no longer distinguish it from a defeat.
Jean-Paul SartreRead
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.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the complexity of love and morality, suggesting that love and goodness cannot exist without their opposites.
Jean-Paul Sartre expresses a profound philosophical idea about the intertwined nature of love, hatred, good, and evil. He suggests that the desire for pure love and goodness is naive in a world where these concepts are complex and often in opposition to one another. Thus, to truly love, one must acknowledge the existence of shared adversities and the acceptance of moral ambiguity.
In practice
To illustrate the complexities of relationships during a discussion on ethics in a philosophy class.
If a victory is told in detail, one can no longer distinguish it from a defeat.
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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.
Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil.
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I donβt believe in extraordinary concatenations of coincidence.
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What's real? What's not? That's what I do in my act, test how other people deal with reality.
Yes, there is no denying it, any longer, it is not you who are dead, but all the others. So you get up and go to your mother, who thinks she is alive. That's my impression. But now I shall have to get myself out of this ditch. How joyfully I would vanish here, sinking deeper and deeper under the rains.
To retire is the beginning of death.
If one by one we counted people out
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