Albert Camus Quotes
I was comfortable in all, I admit, but at the same time, nothing satisfied me. Each joy made me seek another.
Albert Camus
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Nothing can really prepare you for you the sheer overwhelming experience of what it means to become a mother. It is full of complex emotions of joy, exhaustion, love, and worry, all mixed together.
Kate Middleton
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God was satisfied with his own work, and that is fatal.
Samuel Butler
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We're never so vulnerable than when we trust someone - but paradoxically, if we cannot trust, neither can we find love or joy.
Walter Anderson
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I have to admit, I'm not patriotic. It has partly to do with principle, but it is also a phobia/neurosis.
Rabih Alameddine
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When meeting difficult situations, one should dash forward bravely and with joy.
Yamamoto Tsunetomo
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I sometimes wonder whether all pleasures are not substitutes for joy.
C. S. Lewis
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I'm never satisfied.
Haile Gebrselassie
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Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible - it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could.
Barbara De Angelis
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Poetry, at least the kind I write, is written out of immediate need; it is written out of pain, joy, and experience too great to be borne until it is ordered into words. And then it is written to be shared.
Madeleine L'Engle
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Praised be the fathomless universeFor life and joy and for objects and knowledge curious;And for love, sweet love-But praise! O praise and praiseFor the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding Death.
Walt Whitman
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And as, in ethics, Evil is a consequence of Good, so, in fact, out of Joy is sorrow born. Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day, or the agonies which are, have their origin in the ecstasies which might have been.
Edgar Allan Poe
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Within your magic web of hair, lies furledThe fire and splendour of the ancient world;The dire gold of the comet's wind-blown hair;The songs that turned to gold the evening airWhen all the stars of heaven sang for joy.
Edith Sitwell