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
pain kindness would-be
And for all his life it would be kindness and love that made him cry, never pain or persecution, which on the contrary only reinforced his spirit and his resolution.
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.
sweet pain needs
... We need the sweet pain of anticipation to tell us we are really alive.
painting
It's not your pictures I like; it's your painting.
pain real world
There is nothing abstract about pain. It is specific, it is real, and, when it is intense, it is world destroying.
art experts painting
In Holland, everyone is an expert in painting and in tulips.
pain real believe
People believe a man is in distress because his loved one dies in one day. But his real pain is less futile: it is that he finds out that sadness too does not last. Even pain has no meaning.
painting
It is not your paintings I like, it is your painting.
art pain lying
After all perhaps the greatness of art lies in the perpetual tension between beauty and pain, the love of men and the madness of creation, unbearable solitude and the exhausting crowd, rejection and consent.
barely books boredom came cities cling gestures human realm remembered surface thus women words
Then came human beings, they wanted to cling but there was nothing to cling to. 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 the 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.
carry fight ourselves places task unleash within
We all carry within us our places of exile, our crimes, and our ravages. But our task is not to unleash them on the world; it is to fight them in ourselves and in others.
itself mind watches whose
An intellectual is a person whose mind watches itself
lay love loves loving marry stop woman
To marry a woman who you love and who loves you is to lay a wager with her as to who will stop loving the other first