"If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company."
"I grow warm, I begin to feel happy. There is nothing extraordinary in this, it is a small happiness of Nausea: it spreads at the bottom of the viscous puddle, at the bottom of out time - the time of purple suspenders, and broken chair seats; it is made of white, soft instants, spreading at the edge, like an oil stain. No sooner than born, it is already old, it seems as though I have known it for twenty years."
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Source: Jean-Paul Sartre (2013). “Nausea”, p.22, New Directions Publishing
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