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Albert Camus Quotes - Page 35

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But the world itself has no reason, and I can say so, I who have experienced it all, from the creation to the destruction.

But the world itself has no reason, and I can say so, I who have experienced it all, from the creation to the destruction.

Age, Experience, World

The main thing is that everything become simple, easy enough for a child to understand.

Children, Simple, Easy

I have the loftiest idea, and the most passionate one, of art. Much too lofty to agree to subject it to anything. Much too passionate to want to divorce it from anything.

Art, Divorce, Ideas

Albert Camus (1965). “Notebooks, 1942-1951”

There may be responsible persons, but there are no guilty ones.

Guilt, May, Shame

Albert Camus (2012). “The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays”, p.67, Vintage

We are rebels for a cause, poets with a dream , and we won't let this world die without a fight.

Dream, Fighting, Rebel

Great ideas come into the world as gently as doves.

Inspiring, Ideas, World

And I too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe.

Stars, Heart, Dark

Albert Camus (2016). “The Stranger”, p.54, Hamilton Books

What really counted was the possibility of escape, a leap to freedom, out of the implacable ritual, a wild run for it that would give whatever chance for hope there was. Of course, hope meant being cut down on some street corner, as you ran like mad, by a random bullet. But when I really thought it through, nothing was going to allow me such a luxury. Everything was against it; I would just be caught up in the machinery again.

Running, Cutting, Luxury

"The Stranger". Book by Albert Camus, 1942.

Thus I progressed on the surface of life, in the realm of words as it were, never in reality. All those books barely read, those friends barely loved, those cities barely visited, those women barely possessed! I went through the gestures out of boredom or absent-mindedness. Then came human beings; they wanted to cling, but there was nothing to cling to, and that was unfortunate--for them. As for me, I forgot. I never remembered anything but myself.

Book, Reality, Cities

Albert Camus (2012). “The Fall”, p.50, Vintage

There was the same dazzling red glare. The sea gasped for air with each shallow, stifled wave that broke on the sand. ...with every blade of light that flashed off the sand, from a bleached shell or a peice of broken glass, my jaws tightened. I walked for a long time.

Sea, Glasses, Light

One of the only coherent philosophical positions is thus revolt. It is a constant confrontation between man and his own obscurity.

Philosophical, Men, Obscurity

Albert Camus (2012). “The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays”, p.54, Vintage

The principles which men give to themselves end by overwhelming their noblest intentions.

Men, Giving, Principles

It is terrifying to see how easily, in certain people, all dignity collapses. Yet when you think about it, this is quite normal since they only maintain this dignity by constantly striving against their own nature.

Thinking, People, Normal

Albert Camus (1969). “Notebooks”

Have pity, Lord, on those who love and are separated.

Love, Separation, Pity

A single sentence will suffice for modern man. He fornicated and read the papers. After that vigorous definition, the subject will be, if I may say so, exhausted.

Men, Paper, May

Albert Camus (1960). “Collected fiction”

Because there is nothing here than invites us to cherish unhappy lovers. Nothing is more vain than to die for love. What we ought to do is live.

Unhappy, Lovers, Cherish

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

Empires and churches are born under the sun of death.

Church, Empires, Sun

Albert Camus (1964). “The fall, & Exile and the kingdom”, Random House Inc

Generally, I like all islands. There, it is easier to rule.

Islands, Isolation, Easier

I would rather not have upset him, but I couldn't see any reason to change my life. Looking back on it, I wasn't unhappy. When I was a student, I had lots of ambitions like that. But when I had to give up my studies I learned very quickly that none of it really mattered.

Giving Up, Ambition, Upset

True artists scorn nothing.

Artist, Scorn, True Artists

Albert Camus (1960). “Speech of Acceptance Upon the Award of the Nobel Prize for Literature: Delivered in Stockholm on the Tenth of December, Nineteen Hundred and Fifty-seven. [Translated by Justin O'Brien”

In that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself--like a brother, really--I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again.

Brother, Stars, Night

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

Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don't know. I got a telegram from the home: 'Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.' That doesn't mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.

Mother, Home, Mean

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

I have always felt I lived on the high seas, threatened, at the heart of a royal happiness.

Heart, Sea, Royal

Albert Camus (2012). “Lyrical and Critical Essays”, p.181, Vintage

Paneloux is a man of learning, a scholar. He hasn't come in contact with death; that's why he can speak with such assurance of the truth-with a capital T. But every country priest who visits his parishioners and has heard a man gasping for breath on his deathbed thinks as I do. He'd try to relieve human suffering before trying to point out its goodness.

Country, Men, Thinking

ALBERT CAMUS (1971). “NOBEL PRIZE LIBRARY”

There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.

Hurt, Emptiness, Indifference

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