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
When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune. — Albert Camus
There is something divine in mindless beauty. ― Albert Camus, A Happy Death. (Penguin Books, Limited (UK) February 28, 2002) Originally published 1971.
Yes, we have lost track of the light, the mornings, the holy innocence of those who forgive themselves. — Albert Camus, The Fall (Vintage Books, 1957)
I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere. — Albert Camus, The Fall. (Vintage Books May 7, 1991) Originally published 1956.