Albert Camus Quotes

The true work of art is always on the human scale. It is essentially the one that says, 'less.

Albert Camus

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• Life is meaningless, but worth living, provided you recognize it's meaningless.

  

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  • Life is
  • Meaningless
  • Provided

• When there is no hope, one must invent hope.

  

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  • Hope
  • Invent

• Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don't know. I got a telegram from the home: 'Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.' That doesn't mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.

  

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  • Home
  • Mother
  • Telegram

• Beginning to think is beginning to be undermined. Society has but little connection with such beginnings. The worm is in man's heart. That is where it must be sought. One must follow and understand this fatal game that leads from lucidity in the face of existence to flight from light.

  

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  • Heart
  • Think
  • Society

• Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is.

  

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  • Man
  • Creature
  • Refuses

• Whoever gives nothing, has nothing. The greatest misfortune is not to be unloved, but not to love.

  

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  • Love
  • For Her
  • For Him

• None of the evils which totalitarianism ... claims to remedy is worse than totalitarianism itself.

  

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  • Remedy
  • Evils
  • Totalitarianism

• …there's no question of heroism in all this. It's a matter of common decency. That's an idea which may make some people smile, but the only means of fighting a plague is - common decency.

  

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  • Fighting
  • Smile
  • Heroism

• What’s true of all the evils in the world is true of plague as well. It helps men to rise above themselves.

  

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  • Rise
  • Helps
  • Evils

• The truth, as the light, makes blind.

  

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  • Truth
  • Light
  • Blind

• A work of art is a confession.

  

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  • Confession
  • Work Of Art

• Aujourd'hui maman est morte. Ou peut-être hier, je ne sais pas.

  

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• I felt the urge to reassure him that I was like everybody else, just like everybody else.

  

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  • Felt
  • Urge
  • Reassure

• ... We need the sweet pain of anticipation to tell us we are really alive.

  

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  • Pain
  • Need
  • Anticipation

• It happens that the stage sets collapse. Rising, streetcar, four hours in the office or the factory, meal, streetcar, four hours of work, meal, sleep, and Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday and Saturday according to the same rhythm – this path is easily followed most of the time. But one day the “why” arises and everything begins in that weariness tinged with amazement.

  

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  • Sleep
  • Rhythm
  • Collapse

• Men must live and create. Live to the point of tears.

  

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  • Men
  • Tears
  • Create

• With rebellion, awareness is born.

  

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  • Born
  • Awareness
  • Rebellion

• After awhile you could get used to anything.

  

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  • Used

• A living man can be enslaved and reduced to the historic condition of an object. But if he dies in refusing to be enslaved, he reaffirms the existence of another kind of human nature which refuses to be classified as an object.

  

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  • Nature

• Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay inside, go out - I don't care what you'll do; but stay scared as hell. You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.

  

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  • Writing
  • Experience
  • Justice

• The world is never quiet, even its silence eternally resounds with the same notes, in vibrations which escape our ears. As for those that we perceive, they carry sounds to us, occasionally a chord, never a melody.

  

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  • Silence
  • Escape
  • Melody

• A man without ethics is a wild beast loosed upon this world.

  

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  • Ethics
  • Loosed

• I had the whole sky in my eyes and it was blue and gold.

  

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  • Eyes
  • Gold
  • Sky

• Art and revolt will die only with the last man.

  

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  • Art
  • Revolt
  • Last Man