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Albert Camus Quotes - Page 22

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The most loathsome materialism is not the kind people usually think of, but the sort that attempts to let dead ideas pass for living realities, diverting into sterile myths the stubborn and lucid attention we give to

The most loathsome materialism is not the kind people usually think of, but the sort that attempts to let dead ideas pass for living realities, diverting into sterile myths the stubborn and lucid attention we give to what we have within us that must forever die.

Reality, Thinking, Ideas

Albert Camus (2012). “Lyrical and Critical Essays”, p.98, Vintage

We continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die.

Life, Personality, Shapes

Albert Camus (1963). “Carnets: 1935-1942”

There can be no question of masking the evidence, of suppressing the absurd by denying one of the terms of its equation. It is essential to know whether one can live with it or whether, on the other hand, logic commands one to die of it.

Hands, Essentials, Logic

Albert Camus (2012). “The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays”, p.50, Vintage

I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate.

Hate, Wish, Crowds

Albert Camus (2002). “The Stranger”, Spark Notes

One might think, that a period which, within fifty years, uproots, enslaves or kills seventy million human beings, should only, and forthwith, be condemned. But also its guilt must be understood.

Thinking, Years, Guilt

Albert Camus (1965). “Caligula and Cross purpose”

Have you noticed that only death arouses our emotions? How we love thee friends who have just passed away, right? How we admire those master who no longer speak, their mouths full of dirt. We them we are not obligated.

Death, Mouths, Dirt

It is normal to give away a little of one's life in order not to lose it all.

Life, Order, Giving

Albert Camus (1963). “Carnets: 1935-1942”

What more ghastly image can be called up than that of a man betrayed by his body who, simply because he did not die in time, lives out the comedy while awaiting the end, face to face with that God he does not adore, serving him as he served life, kneeling before a void and arms outstretched toward a heaven without eloquence that he knows to be also without depth?

Men, Heaven, Body

Europe has lived on its contradictions, flourished on its differences, and, constantly transcending itself thereby, has created a civilization on which the whole world depends even when rejecting it. This is why I do not believe in a Europe unified under the weight of an ideology or of a technocracy that overlooked these differences.

Believe, Europe, Civilization

Albert Camus (2012). “Resistance, Rebellion, and Death: Essays”, p.243, Vintage

Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable.

Happiness, Son, Two

Albert Camus (2012). “The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays”, p.122, Vintage

For there is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving.

Love, Luck, Misfortunes

Albert Camus (2012). “The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays”, p.201, Vintage

I should like to be able to love my country and still love justice.

Country, Justice, Able

Albert Camus (2012). “Resistance, Rebellion, and Death: Essays”, p.5, Vintage

I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.

Memories, Love You, Heart

But when a man has had only four hours' sleep he isn't sentimental. He sees things as they are: that is to say, he sees them in the garish light of justice; hideous, witless justice.

Sleep, Men, Light

ALBERT CAMUS (1971). “NOBEL PRIZE LIBRARY”

A trial cannot be conducted by announcing the general culpability of a civilization. Only the actual deeds which, at least, stank in the nostrils of the entire world were brought to judgment.

Civilization, Deeds, Trials

Albert Camus (2012). “The Rebel: An Essay on Man in Revolt”, p.181, Vintage

We must learn how to lend ourselves to dreaming when dreams lend themselves to us.

Dream

Albert Camus (2012). “Lyrical and Critical Essays”, p.97, Vintage

To insure the adoration of a theorem for any length of time, faith is not enough, a police force is needed as well.

Time, Police, Law Enforcement

Albert Camus (2012). “The Rebel: An Essay on Man in Revolt”, p.122, Vintage

I love life - that’s my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of imagining what is not life.

Life, Real, Weakness

Albert Camus (1957). “The fall”

We turn our backs on nature; we are ashamed of beauty. Our wretched tragedies have a smell of the office clinging to them, and the blood that trickles from them is the color of printer's ink.

Blood, Color, Smell

Albert Camus (2012). “The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays”, p.189, Vintage

She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn't mean anything but that I didn't think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.

Mean, Thinking, Lunch

In order to be created, a work of art must first make use of the dark forces of the soul

Art, Dark, Order

Albert Camus (2012). “Lyrical and Critical Essays”, p.15, Vintage

Every artist preserves deep within him a single source from which, throughout his lifetime, he draws what he is, and what he says. When the source dries up, the work withers and crumbles.

Artist, Lifetime, Source

"Pretensions: Adieu, Adieu, Albert Camus" by Joe Queenan, reason.com. March 1990.

Old women even forget how to love their sons. The heart gets worn out, Monsieur.

Heart, Son, How To Love

The first choice an artist makes is precisely to be an artist, and if he chooses to be an artist it is in consideration of what he is himself and because of a certain idea he has of art

Art, Ideas, Choices

The French Revolution gave birth to no artists but only to a great journalist, Desmoulins, and to an under-the-counter writer, Sade. The only poet of the times was the guillotine.

Artist, Revolution, Birth

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