Albert Camus
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. ― Albert Camus
Category: Continental Philosophy
Jean-Paul Sartre
I see the insipid flesh blossoming and palpitating with abandon. ― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea. (New Directions Publishing Corporation January 1, 1975) Originally published 1938.
Georges Bataille
I equate love (bodies touching indecently) to the limitlessness of being – to nausea, to the sun, and to death. — Georges Bataille, from “La Scissiparié,” Oeuvres Completes III. (Editions Flammarion July 27, 1984) Originally published in Les Cahiers de la Pléiade, Spring 1949.
Georges Bataille
In the violence of overcoming, in the disorder of my laughter and my sobbing, in the excess of raptures that shatter me, I seize on the similarity between a horror and a voluptuousness that goes beyond me, between an ultimate pain and an unbearable joy! — Georges Bataille, The Tears of Eros. (City Lights Publishers… Continue reading Georges Bataille
Søren Kierkegaard
Adversity draws men together and produces beauty and harmony in life’s relationships, just as the cold of winter produces ice-flowers on the window-panes, which vanish with the warmth. ― Søren Kierkegaard
Albert Camus
When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune. — Albert Camus
Friedrich Nietzsche
The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night. ― Friedrich Nietzsche
Albert Camus
It is necessary to fall in love – the better to provide an alibi for all the despair we are going to feel anyway. — Albert Camus
Georges Bataille
Compared to the person I love, the universe seems poor and empty. This universe isn’t ‘risked’ because it’s not ‘perishable.’ But the beloved is the ‘beloved’ for only a single person. Carnal love, because not ‘sheltered from thieves’ or vicissitudes, is greater than divine love. It risks me and the one I love. God by… Continue reading Georges Bataille
Albert Camus
You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life. —Albert Camus
The Vale of Soul-Making 