Hell isother people!
Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit.
“You are -- your life, and nothing else.”
“I never could bear the idea of anyone's expecting something from me. Italways made me want to do just the opposite.”
“So this is hell. I'd never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire and brimstone, the "burning marl." Old wives' tales! There's no need for red-hot poke...”
“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.”
“Much more likely youll hurt me. Still what does it matter? If Ive got to suffer, it may as well be at your hands, your pretty hands.”
“You're lucky. I'm always conscious of myself in my mind. Painfully conscious.”
“Hell is—other people!”
“To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard.”
“What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.”
“I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia.”
“I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think it's the effect or vice versa”
“At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.”
“I think it's impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves.”