I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. ― Albert Camus, L’Étranger. (Gauthier-Villars, July 1, 2001) Originally published 1942. Advertisements
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“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
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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)