Albert Camus Quotes

Albert Camus Quote of the day

It is not humiliating to be unhappy. Physical suffering is sometimes humiliating, but the suffering of being cannot be, it is life.

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.

Against eternal injustice, man must assert justice, and to protest against the universe of grief, he must create happiness.

There is in Albert Camus’ literary craftsmanship a seductive intelligence that could almost make a reader dismiss his philosophical intentions if he had not insisted on making them so clear.

How unbearable, for women, is the tenderness which a man can give them without love. For men, how bittersweet this is.

Stupidity has a knack of getting its way

A man is talking on the telephone behind a glass partition

Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday, I don't know.

I rebel

So we are steaming along without any landmark

To create is to live twice.

People can think only in images. If you want to be a philosopher, write novels.

Thinking of the future, establishing aims for oneself, having preferences—all this presupposes a belief in freedom, even if one occasionally ascertains that one doesn't feel it.

It's only artists who know how to use their eyes

The misery and greatness of this world: it offers no truths, but only objects for love. Absurdity is king, but love saves us from it.

[A writer] cannot serve today those who make history

And despite the clamors and the violence, we tried to preserve in our hearts the memory of a happy sea, of a remembered hill, the smile of a beloved face.

For all those landscapes, those flowers and those plowed fields, the oldest of lands, show you every spring that there are things you cannot choke in blood.

The hopeless hope is what sustains us in difficult moments

In raining bullets on those silent faces, already turned away from this world, you think you are disfiguring the face of our truth.

It is a great deal to fight while despising war, to accept losing everything while still preferring happiness, to face destruction while cherishing the idea of a higher civilization.

There are perhaps many causes worth dying for, but to me, certainly, there are none worth killing for.

Don’t walk in front of me… I may not followDon’t walk behind me… I may not leadWalk beside me… just be my friend

Mother used to say that however miserable one is, there’s always something to be thankful for. And each morning, when the sky brightened and light began to flood my cell, I agreed with her.

Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep

They were silent, humiliated by this return of the defeated, furious at their own silence, but the more it was prolonged the less capable they were of breaking it.

My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I don’t belong here.