Albert Camus Quotes
At that moment he knew what his mother was thinking, and that she loved him. But he knew, too, that to love someone means relatively little; or, rather, that love is never strong enough to find the words befitting it. Thus he and his mother would always love each other silently. And one day she – or he – would die, without ever, all their lives long, having gone farther than this by way of making their affection known.
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There are no rules when it comes to love.
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Love and dignity cannot share the same abode.
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Love truly does have the power to transcend evil. It can get us through the most unspeakable of events and give us the strength to keep on putting one foot in front of the other.
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How come I love having an episode of deja vu? It's akin to an out-of-body experience, I would think. It sits with me, happily, begging me to delve into my memory to find its match point.
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The taste for glory can make ordinary men behave in extraordinary ways.
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I know feeling pressure gets you nowhere creatively. You've just got to understand the character, understand the story, and just play it to the fullest extent.
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Pardew has got previous for this kind of thing - but that was a one-off.
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…that perfect Tranquillity of Life, which is no where to be found, but in retreat, a faithful Friend and a good Library…
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They were running out of suspects and into dead ends. They were running into airtight alibis and out of patience. They were running up one-way alleys and phone bills. They were running down a killer who did not yet exist. They were running around in circles.
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At that moment he knew what his mother was thinking, and that she loved him. But he knew, too, that to love someone means relatively little; or, rather, that love is never strong enough to find the words befitting it. Thus he and his mother would always love each other silently. And one day she – or he – would die, without ever, all their lives long, having gone farther than this by way of making their affection known.
