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
flower creating anxiety
Creating is living doubly. The groping, anxious quest of a Proust, his meticulous collecting of flowers, of wallpapers, and of anxieties, signifies nothing else.
heart imagination trying
I've never really had much of an imagination. But still I would try to picture the exact moment when the beating of my heart would no longer be going on inside my head.
heart passion law
From the moment absurdity is recognized, it becomes a passion, the most harrowing of all. But whether or not one can live with one's passions, whether or not one can accept their law, which is to burn the heart they simultaneously exalt - that is the whole question.
art dark order
In order to be created, a work of art must first make use of the dark forces of the soul
philosophical everyday important
The most important thing you do everyday you live is deciding not to kill yourself.
sky lasts knows
I know simply that the sky will last longer than I.
memories love-you heart
I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.
men despise admire
There are more things to admire in men then to despise.
eye skills people
Healthy people have a natural skill of avoiding feverish eyes.
lying liberty
Liberty is the right not to lie.
heart sublime indifference
He had opened his heart to the sublime indifference of the universe
melancholy
There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.
life mother yesterday
Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.
meaning-of-life would-be stills
If nothing had any meaning, you would be right. But there is something that still has a meaning.