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Albert Camus Quotes about Lying

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The greatness of man lies in his decision to be stronger than his condition.

The greatness of man lies in his decision to be stronger than his condition.

Lying, Greatness, Men

Every time I hear a political speech or I read those of our leaders, I am horrified at having, for years, heard nothing which sounded human. It is always the same words telling the same lies. And the fact that men accept this, that the people’s anger has not destroyed these hollow clowns, strikes me as proof that men attribute no importance to the way they are governed; that they gamble – yes, gamble – with a whole part of their life and their so called 'vital interests.

Lying, Men, Years

Albert Camus (1978). “Notebooks, 1935-1942”, Harcourt

Real generosity toward the future lies in giving all to the present.

Life, Gratitude, Lying

Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.

Lying, Fiction, Telling The Truth

Truth, like light, is blinding. Lies, on the other hand, are a beautiful dusk, which enhances the value of each object.

Beautiful, Truth, Lying

Liberty is the right not to lie.

Lying, Liberty

The only real progress lies in learning to be wrong all alone.

Life, Courage, Lying

Albert Camus (1968). “Lyrical and Critical Essays”

After all perhaps the greatness of art lies in the perpetual tension between beauty and pain, the love of men and the madness of creation, unbearable solitude and the exhausting crowd, rejection and consent.

Art, Pain, Lying

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.

Great ideas, it has been said, come into the world as gently as doves. Perhaps then, if we listen attentively, we shall hear amid the uproar of empires and nations, a faint flutter of wings, the gentle stirring of life and hope. Some will say that this hope lies in a nation; others in a man. I believe rather that it is awakened, revived, nourished, by millions of solitary individuals whose and works every day negate frontiers and the crudest implications of history.

Lying, Believe, Men

Every time I hear a political speech or I read those of our leaders, I am horrified at having, for years, heard nothing which sounded human. It is always the same words telling the same lies.

Lying, Years, Leader

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

A person I knew used to divide human beings into three categories: those who prefer to have nothing to hide rather than being obliged to lie, those who prefer lying to having nothing to hide, and finally those who like both lying and the hidden.

Lying, Three, Used

Albert Camus (2012). “The Fall”, p.119, Vintage

Freedom is the right to never have to lie.

Lying

What can a meaning outside my condition mean to me? I can understand only in human terms. What I touch, what resists me - that I understand. And these two certainties - my appetite for the absolute and for unity and the impossibility of reducing this world to a rational and reasonable principle - I also know that I cannot reconcile them. What other truth can I admit without lying, without bringing in a hope I lack and which means nothing within the limits of my conditions?

Lying, Mean, Two

"The Myth of Sisyphus". Book by Albert Camus, 1942.

At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman, and these hills, the softness of the sky, the outline of these trees at this very minute lose the illusory meaning with which we had clothed them, henceforth more remote than a lost paradise . . . that denseness and that strangeness of the world is absurd.

Beauty, Art, Lying

Albert Camus (2012). “The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays”, p.14, Vintage

The nobility of our calling will always be rooted in two commitments difficult to observe: refusal to lie about what we know, and resistance to oppression.

Lying, Commitment, Writing

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”

I enjoyed my own nature to the fullest, and we all know there lies happiness, although, to soothe one another mutually, we occasionally pretend to condemn such joys as selfishness.

Happiness, Lying, Joy

Albert Camus (2012). “The Fall”, p.20, Vintage

I am too much in love with my lies and hypocrisies not to confess them fervently.

Lying, Hypocrisy, Too Much

At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman.

Life, Beauty, Lying

Albert Camus (2012). “The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays”, p.14, Vintage

Do not be surprised. I do not like writers and I cannot stand their lies. They speak so as not to listen to themselves speak. If they did listen, they would know that they are nothing and then they would no longer be able to speak.

Lying, Able, Speak

For years I've wanted to live according to everyone else's morals. I've forced myself to live like everyone else, to look like everyone else. I said what was necessary to join together, even when I felt separate. And after all of this, catastrophe came. Now I wander amid the debris, I am lawless, torn to pieces, alone and accepting to be so, resigned to my singularity and to my infirmities. And I must rebuild a truth-after having lived all my life in a sort of lie.

Inspirational, Lying, Years

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

The absurd is essentially a divorce. It lies in neither of the elements compared; it is born of their confrontation.

Lying, Divorce, Elements

Albert Camus (2012). “The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays”, p.30, Vintage

Nothing is given to mankind and what little men can conquer must be paid for with unjust death. But man's grandeur lies elsewhere, in his decision to rise above his condition.

Lying, Men, Decision

Albert Camus (2007). “Camus at Combat: Writing 1944-1947”, p.18, Princeton University Press

Don't lies eventually lead to the truth? And don't all my stories, true or false, tend toward the same conclusion? Don't they all have the same meaning? So what does it matter whether they are true or false if, in both cases, they are significant of what I have been and what I am? Sometimes it is easier to see clearly into the liar than into the man who tells the truth. Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

Beautiful, Liars, Lying

Real fulfillment, for the man who allows absolutely free rein to his desires, and who much dominate everything, lies in hatred.

Real, Lying, Men

Albert Camus (2012). “The Rebel: An Essay on Man in Revolt”, p.39, Vintage

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