Albert Camus
Albert Camus
Albert Camus; 7 November 1913 – 4 January 1960) was a French philosopher, author, and journalist. His views contributed to the rise of the philosophy known as absurdism. He wrote in his essay The Rebel that his whole life was devoted to opposing the philosophy of nihilism while still delving deeply into individual freedom. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1957...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 November 1913
CountryFrance
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We don't have the time to completely be ourselves. We only have the room to be happy.
men evil world
What’s true of all the evils in the world is true of plague as well. It helps men to rise above themselves.
cells sky new-day
Maman used to say that you can always find something to be happy about. In my prison, when the sky turned red and a new day slipped into my cell, I found out that she was right.
dog attachment owning-a-pet
I have a very old and very faithful attachment for dogs. I like them because they always forgive.
order able complaining
I longed to be forgotten in order to be able to complain to myself.
stronger makes-you-stronger
what doesn't kill you make you stronger and stronger
new-york insomnia islands
Sometimes, from beyond the skycrapers, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island.
football morality morale
Ce que je sais de la morale, c'est au football que je le dois. (I know of morality, it is football that I owe.)
past oil joy
In the past, the poverty they shared had a certain sweetness about it. When the end of the day came and they would eat their dinner in silence with the oil lamp between them, there was a secret joy in such simplicity, such retrenchment.
self order people
For instance, I never complained that my birthday was overlooked; people were even surprised, with a touch of admiration, by my discretion on this subject. But the reason for my disinterestedness was even more discreet: I longed to be forgotten in order to be able to complain to myself... Once my solitude was thoroughly proved, I could surrender to the charms of a virile self-pity.
pain choices suffering
But - I cannot make a choice. I have my own sorrow, but I suffer with him, too; I share his pain. I understand all - that is my trouble.
pain suffering levels
At a certain level of suffering or injustice no one can do anything for anyone. Pain is solitary.
hero suffering alive
The Byronic hero, incapable of love, or capable only of an impossible love, suffers endlessly. He is solitary, languid, his condition exhausts him. If he wants to feel alive, it must be in the terrible exaltation of a brief and destructive action.
doctors ideas silence
After a short silence the doctor raised himself a little in his chair and asked if Tarrou had an idea of the path to follow for attaining peace. "Yes, he replied. "The path of sympathy.