Words that come from the heart are always simple. — Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding. ( 1943)
My heart talks about nothing but you. —Albert Camus, Les Justes. (Folio, November 8th 1999. Originally published January 1949.
I would listen to my heartbeat. I couldn’t imagine that this sound which had been with me for so long could ever stop. — Albert Camus, The Stranger. (Vintage, March 13, 1989) Originally published 1942.
I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. ― Albert Camus, L’Étranger. (Gauthier-Villars, July 1, 2001) Originally published 1942.
Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies… Continue reading Albert Camus
“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. For ever I shall be a stranger to myself. — Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus. (Penguin Classic, November… Continue reading Albert Camus
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… Continue reading Albert Camus