Jean-Paul Sartre quote about suicide from Nausea (1938) - I dreamed vaguely of killing myself to wipe out at least one of these superfluous lives. But even my death would have been In the way. In the way, my corpse, my blood on these stones, between these plants, at the back of this smiling garden.
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Quotes by Jean-Paul Sartre · Quotes from Nausea · Quotes about suicide · Quotes about blood

I dreamed vaguely of killing myself to wipe out at least one of these superfluous lives. But even my death would have been In the way. In the way, my corpse, my blood on these stones, between these plants, at the back of this smiling garden.

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Translated from the French by Lloyd Alexander
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Jean-Paul Sartre quote about suicide from Nausea (1938) - I dreamed vaguely of killing myself to wipe out at least one of these superfluous lives. But even my death would have been In the way. In the way, my corpse, my blood on these stones, between these plants, at the back of this smiling garden.
Jean-Paul Sartre quote about suicide from Nausea (1938) - I dreamed vaguely of killing myself to wipe out at least one of these superfluous lives. But even my death would have been In the way. In the way, my corpse, my blood on these stones, between these plants, at the back of this smiling garden.
Jean-Paul Sartre quote about suicide from Nausea (1938) - I dreamed vaguely of killing myself to wipe out at least one of these superfluous lives. But even my death would have been In the way. In the way, my corpse, my blood on these stones, between these plants, at the back of this smiling garden.
Jean-Paul Sartre quote about suicide from Nausea (1938) - I dreamed vaguely of killing myself to wipe out at least one of these superfluous lives. But even my death would have been In the way. In the way, my corpse, my blood on these stones, between these plants, at the back of this smiling garden.