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Albert Camus Quotes about Heart

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On certain mornings, as we turn a corner, an exquisite dew falls on our heart and then vanishes. But the freshness lingers, and this, always, is what the heart needs. The earth must have risen in just such a light the

On certain mornings, as we turn a corner, an exquisite dew falls on our heart and then vanishes. But the freshness lingers, and this, always, is what the heart needs. The earth must have risen in just such a light the morning the world was born.

Morning, Fall, Heart

We must admit that today conformity is on the Left. To be sure, the Right is not brilliant. But the Left is in complete decadence, a prisoner of words, caught in its own vocabulary, capable merely of stereotyped replies, constantly at a loss when faced with truth, from which it nevertheless claimed to derive its laws. The Left is schizophrenic and needs doctoring through pitiless self-criticism, exercise of the heart, close reasoning, and a little modesty.

Heart, Loss, Exercise

Always there comes an hour when one is weary of one's work and devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart.

Heart, Faces, Wonder

Albert Camus (1960). “Collected fiction”

She was waiting, but she didn't know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.

Heart, Waiting, Solitude

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

I said that the world is absurd, but I was too hasty. This world in itself is not reasonable, that is all that can be said. But what is absurd is the confrontation of this irrational and the wild longing for clarity whose call echoes in the human heart.

Heart, Echoes, Absurdity Of Life

Albert Camus (2012). “The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays”, p.21, Vintage

I can feel this heart inside me and I conclude it exists. I can touch this world and I also conclude that it exists. All my knowledge ends at this point. The rest is hypothesis.

Heart, World, Chaos

When the body is sad, the heart languishes.

Heart, Body, Languish

Albert Camus (2012). “The Fall”, p.42, Vintage

There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart.

Heart, Stubborn, Human Heart

Albert Camus (2012). “The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays”, p.103, Vintage

This very heart which is mine will forever remain indefinable to me. Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. Forever I shall be a stranger to myself.

Heart, Giving, Forever

Albert Camus (2012). “The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays”, p.19, Vintage

Lying is not only saying what isn't true. It is also, in fact especially, saying more than is true and, in the case of the human heart, saying more than one feels. We all do it, every day, to make life simpler.

Lying, Heart, Facts

"What is it about Albert Camus' The Outsider that makes it such an enduring favourite with men?" by Marcel Berlins, www.theguardian.com. April 11, 2006.

For the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed so brotherly, made me realize that I'd been happy, and that I was happy still.

Happiness, Heart, Firsts

L'Etranger (The Stranger) pt. 2, ch. 5 (1942)

The struggle to the top alone will make a human heart SWELL.

Struggle, Heart, Humans

He had opened his heart to the sublime indifference of the universe

Heart, Sublime, Indifference

There is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving. All of us, today, are dying of this misfortune. For violence and hatred dry up the heart itself; the long fight for justice exhausts the love that nevertheless gave birth to it.

Heart, Fighting, Dry Up

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

It is not true that the heart wears out - but the body creates this illusion.

Heart, Body, Illusion

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

The mistake that men make is that they do not believe in theater. Otherwise, they would know that every man is allowed to play thecelestial tragedies and to become god. All he has to do is harden his heart.

Mistake, Believe, Heart

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

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

Heart, Son, How To Love

Every stone here sweats with suffering, I know that. I have never looked at them without a feeling of anguish. But deep in my heart I know that the most wretched among you have seen a divine face emerge from their darkness. That is the face you are asked to see.

Heart, Sweat, Darkness

I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

Struggle, Heart, Night

Le Mythe de Sisyphe (The Myth of Sisyphus) "The Myth of Sisyphus" (1942)

I knew a pure heart who refused tot be mistrustful.... He had written at his doorstep: "From wherever you are, enter and be welcome". Who do you think responded to this lovely invitation? The militia, who made themselves at home and gutted him.

Trust, Home, Heart

Most men are like me. They cannot live in a universe where the most bizarre thought can in one second enter into the realm of reality--where, most often, it does enter, like a knife in a heart.

Heart, Reality, Men

These are facts the heart can feel; yet they call for careful study before they become clear to the intellect.

Heart, Facts, Study

Albert Camus (2012). “The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays”, p.3, Vintage

The human heart has a tiresome tendency to label as fate only what crushes it. But happiness likewise, in its way, is without reason, since it is inevitable.

Crush, Heart, Fate

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

From the moment absurdity is recognized, it becomes a passion, the most harrowing of all. But whether or not one can live with one's passions, whether or not one can accept their law, which is to burn the heart they simultaneously exalt - that is the whole question.

Passion, Heart, Law

Albert Camus (2012). “The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays”, p.22, Vintage

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