Ils savaient maintenant que s'il est une chose qu'on puisse désirer toujours et obtenir quelquefois, c'est la tendresse humaine.
Albert CamusThe only serious question in life is whether to kill yourself or not.
Albert CamusTag: albert-camus camus
It was previously a question of finding out whether or not life had to have a meaning to be lived. It now becomes clear on the contrary that it will be lived all the better if it has no meaning
Albert CamusTag: albert-camus
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.
Albert CamusTag: pain love heart ache albert-camus camus
There are more things to admire in men then to despise.
Albert CamusLikewise and during every day of an unillustrious life, time carries us. But a moment always comes when we have to carry it. We live on the future: “tomorrow,” “later on,” “when you have made your way,” “you will understand when you are old enough.” Such irrelevancies are wonderful, for, after all, it’s a matter of dying. Yet a day comes when a man notices or says that he is thirty. Thus he asserts his youth. But simultaneously he situates himself in relation to time. He takes his place in it. He admits that he stands at a certain point on a curve that he acknowledges having to travel to its end. He belongs to time, and by the horror that seizes him, he recognizes his worst enemy. Tomorrow, he was longing for tomorrow, whereas everything in him ought to reject it. That revolt of the flesh is the absurd.
Albert CamusSometimes, from beyond the skycrapers, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island.
Albert CamusTag: new-york-city
Le malheur c'est comme le mariage.On croit qu'on choisit et puis on est choisi.
Albert CamusDemek ki, ben-ben-ben'in günü gününe sürekliliği dışında başka bir süreklilik olmadan yaşıyordum. Günü gününe kadınlar, günü gününe erdem ya da erdemsizlik, günü gününe, köpekler gibi, ama her gün sağlamca yerinde duran kendim. Böylece yaşamın yüzeyinde ilerliyordum, sözcükler içinde, hiçbir zaman gerçek içinde değil. Tam okunmamış o kitaplar, tam sevilmemiş o dostlar, tam gezilmemiş o kentler, tam sarılmamış o kadınlar! Sıkıntıdan ya da dalgınlıkla birtakım el kol hareketleri yapıyordum. Varlıklar birbirini izliyor, birbirine takılmak istiyorlardı, ama ortada hiçbir şey yoktu, bu da berbat bir şeydi. Onlar için. Bense unutuyordum. Kendimden başka bir şeyi hiçbir zaman anımsamamışımdır ben.
Albert CamusCe que je ne comprends pas est sans raison. Le monde est peuplé de ces irrationnels. A lui seul dont je ne comprends pas la signification unique, il n'est qu'un immense irrationnel.
Albert CamusTag: absurdity irrationality
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