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
power way pope
From Paul to Stalin, the popes who have chosen Caesar have prepared the way for Caesars who quickly learn to despise popes.
sky indifference
Thus each of us had to be content to live only for the day, alone under the vast indifference of the sky.
used
After awhile you could get used to anything.
To stay or to go, it amounted to the same thing.
struggle love-is long
Those who love, friends and lovers, know that love is not only a blinding flash, but also a long and painful struggle in the darkness for the realization of definitive recognition and reconciliation.
disappear
It is better to burn than to disappear.
sensible stills
Still, obviously, one can't be sensible all the time.
cutting remember hard
how hard it must be to live only with what one knows and what one remembers, cut off from what one hopes for!
sea house unrest
Only the sea, murmurous behind the dingy checkerboard of houses, told of the unrest, the precariousness, of all things in this world.
existence illusory eternal
Existence is illusory and it is eternal.
struggle fate darkness
If I convince myself that this life has no other aspect than that of the absurd, if I feel that its whole equilibrium depends on that perpetual opposition between my conscious revolt and the darkness in which it struggles, if I admit that my freedom has no meaning except in relation to its limited fate, then I must say that what counts is not the best living but the most living.
world one-love
Nothing in the world is worth turning one's back on what one loves.
existentialism stranger
Everything is true, and nothing is true!
sweet pain needs
... We need the sweet pain of anticipation to tell us we are really alive.