Albert Camus Quotes
At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman, and these hills, the softness of the sky, the outline of these trees at this very minute lose the illusory meaning with which we had clothed them, henceforth more remote than a lost paradise . . . that denseness and that strangeness of the world is absurd.
Albert Camus
Quotes to Explore
If you're in a dark place, you're there for a reason. And the only way to get through to those kids or to other people going through the same thing is really to meet them in that dark place and then slowly bring them to the light.
Bebe Rexha
The deadliest foe to virtue would be complete self-knowledge.
F. H. Bradley
Age is just a number. Unless, that is, you live in Hollywood, where there's this notion that if you haven't hit it big by your 20s, you may as well hit the road.
Kate Walsh
The public's nerves are raw and edgy. You have to be discreet and understanding about the films you are showing.
Jack Valenti
People return my phone calls now, which is really interesting. I'll tell you what I've learned that's kind of bittersweet. So many doors have opened up. I've met everybody in the business. I'm fortunate people want to work with me.
Tate Taylor
There is a degree of confidence exhibited towards strangers in Sweden, especially in hotels, at post-stations, and on board the inland steamers, which tells well for the general honesty of the people.
Bayard Taylor
If we could let go of our faith in money, who knows what we might put in its place?
Lewis H. Lapham
Life is God's gift to us. What we do with it is our gift to God.
A. R. Bernard
Most great learning happens in groups. Collaboration is the stuff of growth.
Ken Robinson
His heart was one of those which most enamour us,Wax to receive, and marble to retain:He was a lover of the good old school,Who still become more constant as they cool.
Lord Byron
Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.
William Shakespeare
At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman, and these hills, the softness of the sky, the outline of these trees at this very minute lose the illusory meaning with which we had clothed them, henceforth more remote than a lost paradise . . . that denseness and that strangeness of the world is absurd.
Albert Camus
