-
But it's not easy. I've been thinking it over for years. While we loved each other we didn't need words to make ourselves understood. But people don't love forever. A time came when I should have found the words to keep her with me, only I couldn't.
-
History, as an entirety, could only exist in the eyes of an observer outside it and outside the world. History only exists, in the final analysis, for God.
-
The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from. That is why true artists scorn nothing: they are obliged to understand rather than to judge.
-
The society based on production is only productive, not creative.
-
Liberty is the right not to lie.
-
... here, where the gaze is stopped everywhere, the whole earth is designed so that the face turns upward and the gaze implores. Oh! I hate this world where we are reduced to God.
-
...the play of the toughest and most lucid mind are at the same time both lavished andsquandered.
-
Over there, in Europe, all was shame and anger. Here it was exile or solitude, among these languid and agitated madmen who danced in order to die.
-
Happiness is generous. It does not subsist on destruction.
-
Imagination offers people consolation for what they cannot be, and humor for what they actually are.
-
Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.
-
There is in me an anarchy and frightful disorder. Creating makes me die a thousand deaths, because it means making order, and my entire being rebels against order. But without it I would die, scattered to the winds.
-
They came to know the incorrigible sorrow of all prisoners and exiles, which is to live in company with a memory that serves no purpose.
-
My dear, In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love. In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile. In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm. I realized, through it all, that… In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back. Truly yours, Albert Camus
-
I know myself too well to believe in pure virtue.
-
Big tears of frustration and exhaustion were streaming down his cheeks. But because of all the wrinkles, they weren't dripping off. They spread out and ran together again, leaving a watery film over his ruined face.
-
A true masterpiece does not tell everything.
-
One of the only coherent philosophical positions is thus revolt. It is a constant confrontation between man and his own obscurity.
-
What made me run away was doubtless not so much the fear of settling down, but of settling down permanently in something ugly.
-
There is no shame in preferring happiness.
-
We are not so mad as to think that we shall create a world in which murder will not occur. We are fighting for a world in which murder will no longer be legal.
-
I have never been able to renounce the light, the pleasure of being, and the freedom in which I grew up.
-
Real generosity toward the future lies in giving all to the present.
-
... it is true that I do not respect human life more than I respect my own life. And if it is easy for me to kill, that is because it is difficult for me to die.