maybe she had become tired of being the girlfriend of a condemned man. It also occured to me that maybe she was sick, or dead. These things happen. [...] Anyway, after that, remembering Marie meant nothing to me. That seemed perfectly normal to me, since I understood very well that people would forget me when I was dead.
Albert CamusAh, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful.
Albert CamusOur civilization survives in the complacency of cowardly or malignant minds -- a sacrifice to the vanity of aging adolescents
Albert CamusThe welfare of humanity is always the alibi of tyrants.
Albert CamusL'habitude du desepoir est pire que le desespoir lui-meme.
Albert CamusA craving for freedom and independence is generated only in a man still living on hope.
Albert CamusAt one time or another all normal people have wished their loved ones were dead.
Albert CamusA novel is never anything, but a philosophy put into images.
Albert CamusTag: on-writing
The priest gazed around my cell and answered in a voice that sounded very weary to me. 'Every stone here sweats with suffering, I know that. I have never looked at them without a feeling of anguish. But deep in my heart I know that the most wretched among you have seen a divine face emerge from their darkness. That is the face you are asked to see.'
This perked me up a little. I said I had been looking at the stones in these walls for months. There wasn't anything or anyone in the world I knew better. Maybe at one time, way back, I had searched for a face in them. But the face I was looking for was as bright as the sun and the flame of desire—and it belonged to Marie.
stupidity has a knack of getting its way; as we should see if we were not always so much wrapped up in ourselves
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