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Albert Camus Quotes - Page 38

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Our reason has driven all away. Alone at last, we end up ruling over a desert.

Our reason has driven all away. Alone at last, we end up ruling over a desert.

Desert, Lasts, Reason

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

I shall not, as far as I am concerned, try to pass myself off as a Christian in your presence. I share with you the same revulsion from evil. But I do not share your hope, and I continue to struggle against this universe in which children suffer and die.

Christian, Children, Struggle

A stranger to myself and to the world, armed solely with a thought that negates itself as soon as it asserts, what is this condition in which I can have peace only by refusing to know and to live, in which the appetite for conquest bumps into walls that defy its assaults?

Wall, Bumps, World

Albert Camus (2012). “The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays”, p.20, Vintage

In default of inexhaustible happiness, eternal suffering would at least give us a destiny. But we do not even have that consolation, and our worst agonies come to an end one day.

Destiny, Agony, Giving

Albert Camus (2012). “The Rebel: An Essay on Man in Revolt”, p.261, Vintage

Human rebellion ends in metaphysical revolution. It progresses from appearances to acts, from the dandy to the revolutionary.

Progress, Revolution, Rebellion

Albert Camus (2012). “The Rebel: An Essay on Man in Revolt”, p.25, Vintage

Maman used to say that you can always find something to be happy about. In my prison, when the sky turned red and a new day slipped into my cell, I found out that she was right.

Cells, Sky, New Day

Albert Camus (2012). “The Stranger”, p.113, Vintage

life is a story and god is author.life is absurd.I think so.

Thinking, Stories, Life Is

What, in fact, is a novel but a universe in which action is endowed with form, where final words are pronounced, where people possess one another completely, and where life assumes the aspect of destiny?

Destiny, People, Finals

I want to know if I can live with what I know, and only than.

Want, Knows, Ifs

For me, physical love has always been bound to an irresistible feeling of innocence and joy. Thus, I cannot love in tears but in exaltation.

Joy, Feelings, Happiness And Love

Albert Camus (2008). “Notebooks, 1951-1959”, Ivan R Dee

I like these people swarming on the sidewalks, wedged into a little space of houses and canals, hemmed in by fogs, cold lands, and the sea streaming like a wet wash. I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.

Space, Fog, Sea

One plays at being immortal and after a few weeks one doesn't even know whether or not one can hang on till the next day.

Play, Next Day, Week

Albert Camus (2012). “The Fall”, p.105, Vintage

From Paul to Stalin, the popes who have chosen Caesar have prepared the way for Caesars who quickly learn to despise popes.

Power, Way, Pope

Albert Camus (2012). “The Rebel: An Essay on Man in Revolt”, p.61, Vintage

Everything is true, and nothing is true!

Existentialism, Stranger

Albert Camus (2012). “The Stranger”, p.91, Vintage

His own faith, however, was not lacking in virtues since it consisted in acknowledging obscurely that he would be granted much without ever deserving anything.

Would Be, Virtue, Granted

Albert Camus (1960). “Collected fiction”

May heaven protect us, cher monsieur, from being set on a pedestal by our friends!!!

Friendship, Heaven, Pedestal

Albert Camus (1960). “Collected fiction”

Psychology is action, not thinking about oneself. We continue to shape our personality all our life. To know oneself, one should assert oneself.

Life, Knowledge, Thinking

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

It occurred to me that anyway one more Sunday was over that Maman was buried now, that I was going back to work, and that, really, nothing had changed.

Sunday, Back To Work, Stranger

Albert Camus (2012). “The Stranger”, p.24, Vintage

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.

Mother, Strong, Mean

Albert Camus (1962). “The Plague”

The end of their passion consists of loving uselessly at the moment when it is pointless.

Passion, Happiness And Love, Moments

Albert Camus (2008). “Notebooks, 1951-1959”, Ivan R Dee

How had I not seen that there was nothing more important than an execution, and that when you come right down to it, it was the only thing a man could truly be interested in?

Men, Important, Execution

Albert Camus (2012). “The Stranger”, p.110, Vintage

Great feelings take with them their own universe, splendid or abject. They light up with their passion an exclusive world in which they recognize their climate.

Passion, Light, Feelings

Albert Camus (2012). “The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays”, p.10, Vintage

What must be remembered in any case is that secret complicity that joins the logical and the everyday to the tragic.

Secret, Everyday, Logical

Albert Camus (1955). “The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays”

Once one's up against it, the precise manner of one's death has obviously small importance.

Death, Importance, Precise

Albert Camus (1960). “Collected fiction”

The primordial sea indefatigably repeats the same words and casts up the same astonished beings on the same sea-shore.

Sea, Casts, Shore

Albert Camus (2012). “The Rebel: An Essay on Man in Revolt”, p.73, Vintage

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