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
doors four stranger
And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness.
death matter stranger
Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how don't matter.
facts strange rebellion
Then we understand that rebellion cannot exist without a strange form of love. Those who find no rest in God or in history are condemned to live for those who, like themselves, cannot live; in fact, for the humiliated.
sunday stranger back-to-work
It occurred to me that anyway one more Sunday was over that Maman was buried now, that I was going back to work, and that, really, nothing had changed.
stranger sisyphus
For ever, I shall be a stranger to myself.
existentialism stranger
Everything is true, and nothing is true!
want return stranger
... one cannot be happy in exile or in oblivion. One cannot always be a stranger. I want to return to my homeland, make all my loved ones happy. I see no further than this.
stranger said no-hope
Have you no hope at all? And do you really live with the thought that when you die, you die, and nothing remains?" "Yes," I said.
strange rebellion form
Rebellion cannot exist without a strange form of love.
memories joy stranger
I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which I'd found the simplest and most lasting joys.
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