Albert Camus
But there is in every man a profound instinct which is neither that of destruction nor that of creation. It is merely a matter of resembling nothing. — Albert Camus, The Minotaur (1939)
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Albert Camus
There are some individuals who have too strong a craving, a will, and a nostalgia for happiness ever to reach it. They always retain a bitter and passionate aftertaste, and that’s the best they can hope for. — Albert Camus, Correspondence, 1932-1960. (University of Nebraska Press; annotated edition edition May 1, 2003)
Albert Camus
I’m waiting for you, I’m waiting for the evening calm, I’m waiting for our time, the oblique light, this pause between day and night. Peace will come, surely. But I can imagine no other peace than that of our two bodies bound together, of our gaze given over to each other – I have no… Continue reading Albert Camus
Albert Camus
If those whom we begin to love could know us as we were before meeting them … they could perceive what they have made of us. — Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959, trans. Ryan Bloom (Ivan R. Dee, 2008)
Albert Camus
She was breathing deeply, she forgot the cold, the weight of beings, the insane or static life, the long anguish of living or dying. After so many years running from fear, fleeing crazily, uselessly, she was finally coming to a halt. At the same time she seemed to be recovering her roots, and the sap… Continue reading Albert Camus
Albert Camus
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. ― Albert Camus
Albert Camus
I hadn’t understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names. — Albert Camus, The Stranger. (Vintage March 13, 1989) Originally published 1942.
Albert Camus
They made love in the dark by feel, without seeing each other. Is there another love than that of darkness, a love that would cry aloud in daylight? — Albert Camus, The Adulterous Woman. (Penguin 2011) Originally published 1957.
Albert Camus
And the world has become merely an unknown landscape where my heart can lean on nothing. — Albert Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942 (Paragon House Publishers, 1991)
Albert Camus
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. — Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus. Published 1942 (Éditions Gallimard, in French), 1955 (Hamish Hamilton, in English)
The Vale of Soul-Making 