Quote from Albert Camus | alone
Quote from Albert Camus | alone Read More »
Albert Camus
Quote from Albert Camus, The Rebel: An Essay on Man in Revolt
We are living in the era of premeditation and the perfect crime. Our criminals are no longer helpless children who could plead love as their excuse. On the contrary, they are adults and the have the perfect alibi: philosophy, which can be used for any purpose – even for transforming murderers into judges.
Quote from Albert Camus, The Rebel: An Essay on Man in Revolt Read More »
Quote from Albert Camus, Lyrical and Critical Essays
A novel is never anything but a philosophy expressed in images. And in a good novel the philosophy has disappeared into the images.
Quote from Albert Camus, Lyrical and Critical Essays Read More »
Quote from Albert Camus, The Fall
Thus I progressed on the surface of life, in the realm of words as it were, never in reality. All those books barely read, those friends barely loved, those cities barely visited, those women barely possessed! I went through the gestures out of boredom or absent-mindedness. Then came human beings; they wanted to cling, but there was nothing to cling to, and that was unfortunate–for them. As for me, I forgot. I never remembered anything but myself.
Quote from Albert Camus, The Fall Read More »
Quote from Albert Camus, A Happy Death
I feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L’Illustration. Something desperate, you know.
Quote from Albert Camus, A Happy Death Read More »
Quote from Albert Camus, L’Étranger
Mostly, I could tell, I made him feel uncomfortable. He didn’t understand me, and he was sort of holding it against me. I felt the urge to reassure him that I was like everybody else, just like everybody else. But really there wasn’t much point, and I gave up the idea out of laziness.
Quote from Albert Camus, L’Étranger Read More »
Quote from Albert Camus, The Plague
And he knew, also, what the old man was thinking as his tears flowed, and he, Rieux, thought it too: that a loveless world is a dead world, and always there comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one’s work, and of devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart.
Quote from Albert Camus, The Plague Read More »