Albert Camus Quotes

“For years I’ve wanted to live according to everyone else’s morals. I’ve forced myself to live like everyone else, to look like everyone else. I said what was necessary to join together, even when I felt separate. And after all of this, catastrophe came. Now I wander amid the debris, I am lawless, torn to pieces, alone and accepting to be so, resigned to my singularity and to my infirmities. And I must rebuild a truth–after having lived all my life in a sort of lie.”
― Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959

“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.”
― Albert Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942

“And I should like to be able to love my country and still love justice. I don't want any greatness for it, particularly a greatness born of blood and falsehood. I want to keep it alive by keeping justice alive.”
― Albert Camus, Resistance, Rebellion and Death: Essays

“The loves we share with a city are often secret loves.”
― Albert Camus, Summer in Algiers

“He realized now that to be afraid of this death he was staring at with animal terror meant to be afraid of life. Fear of dying justified a limitless attachment to what is alive in man. And all those who had not made the gestures necessary to live their lives, all those who feared and exalted impotence— they were afraid of death because of the sanction it gave to a life in which they had not been involved. They had not lived enough, never having lived at all. And death was a kind of gesture, forever withholding water from the traveler vainly seeking to slake his thirst. But for the others, it was the fatal and tender gesture that erases and denies, smiling at gratitude as at rebellion.”
― Albert Camus, A Happy Death

“There are crimes of passion and crimes of logic. The boundary between them is not clearly defined”
― Albert Camus, The Rebel

“In the past, the poverty they shared had a certain sweetness about it. When the end of the day came and they would eat their dinner in silence with the oil lamp between them, there was a secret joy in such simplicity, such retrenchment.”
― Albert Camus, A Happy Death

“It is not humiliating to be unhappy. Physical suffering is sometimes humiliating, but the suffering of being cannot be, it is life.”
― Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1935-1951

“It is a matter of living in that state of the absurd I know on what it is founded, this mind and this world straining against each other without being able to embrace each other. I ask for the rule— of life of that state, and what I am offered neglects its basis,
negates one of the terms of the painful opposition, demands of me a resignation. I ask what is involved in the condition I recognize as mine; I know it implies obscurity and ignorance; and I am assured that this ignorance explains everything and that this darkness is my
light.”
― Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays

“C'est cela l'amour, tout donner, tout sacrifier sans espoir de retour.”
― Albert Camus, Les Justes

“People can think only in images. If you want to be a philosopher, write novels.”
― Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1935-1951

“I noticed that he laid stress on my “intelligence.” It puzzled me rather why what would count as a good point in an ordinary person should be used against an accused man as an overwhelming proof of his guilt.”
― Albert Camus

“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.”
― Albert Camus, The Adulterous Woman

“In the early days, when they thought this epidemic was much like other epidemics, religion held its ground. But once these people realized their instant peril, they gave their thoughts to pleasure. And all the hideous fears that stamp their faces in the daytime are transformed in the fiery, dusty nightfall into a sort of hectic exaltation, an unkempt freedom fevering in their blood.”
― Albert Camus

“In the age of ideologies, we must make up our minds about murder. If murder has rational foundations, then our period and we ourselves have significance. If it has no such foundations, then we are plunged into madness there is no way out except to find some significance or to desist.”
― Albert Camus, The Fastidious Assassins

“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.”
― Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus

“It's only artists who know how to use their
eyes”
― Grant Albert Camus

“Vivre, c'est faire vivre l'absurde”
― Albert Camus

“Les hommes ne sont convaincus de vos raisons, de votre sincérité, et de la gravité de vos peines, que par votre mort. Tant que vous êtes en vie, votre cas est douteux, vous n'avez droit qu'à leur scepticisme. Alors, s'il y avait une seule certitude qu'on puisse jouir du spectacle, cela vaudrait la peine de leur prouver ce qu'ils ne veulent pas croire, et de les étonner. Mais vous vous tuez et qu'importe qu'ils vous croient ou non : vous n'êtes pas là pour recueillir leur étonnement et leur contrition, d'ailleurs fugace, pour assister enfin, selon le rêve de chaque homme, à vos propres funérailles. Pour cesser d'être douteux, il faut cesser d'être, tout bellement.”
― Albert Camus, The Fall

“W ludziach więcej rzeczy zasługuje na podziw niż na pogardę.”
― Albert Camus, The Plague

“- Albert Kami, naime, tvrdi da je za dokolicu potrebno mnogo više snage nego za rad! - pokušah da joj objasnim. - Dokolicu, po njemu, mogu da izdrže samo izuzetno snažni duhovi dovoljni sami sebi...”
― Momo Kapor, Ada

“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.”
― Aberjhani, Illuminated Corners: Collected Essays and Articles Volume I.

“Some have speculated that the way [Albert] Camus died made his theories on absurdity a self-fulfilling prophecy. Others would say it was the triumphant meaningful way he lived that allowed him to rise heroically above absurdity.”
― Aberjhani, Illuminated Corners: Collected Essays and Articles Volume I.

“Ama yeryüzü karanlıktır, aziz dostum, tahta kalın, kefen ışık geçirmez.”
― Albert Camus, The Fall

“…verilemez! edilemez! bildirildi! cumhuriyet tarihimiz edilgen kiplerden ve gizli öznelerden ibaretti.”
― Alper Canıgüz, Cehennem Çiçeği

“Tada, ne znam zašto, kao da nešto puknu u meni. Prodereh se iz sveg glasa, ispsovah ga i rekoh neka se ne moli za mene. Zgrabih ga za ovratnik. Istresoh na njega sve što mi je ležalo na srcu koje je igralo od radosti i bijesa. On je baš tako siguran, je li? Pa ipak, cijela ta sigurnost ne vrijedi ni pišljiva boba. Nije čak siguran ni da je živ jer živi kao mrtvac. Ja sam naoko praznoruk, ali sam siguran u sebe, siguran sam u sve, sigurniji od njega, siguran u svoj život i u smrt koja će uskoro doći. Da, ja imam samo to, ali bar posjedujem tu istinu isto onoliko koliko ona posjeduje mene. Imao sam pravo, imam još pravo, imam svako pravo. Živio sam ovako, a mogao sam živjeti i drukčije. Činio sam ovo, a nisam činio ono. Ovo nisam uradio, a ono jesam. Pa onda? Čini mi se kao da sam cijelo vrijeme čekao ovaj čas i osvit dana kad ću se iskupiti. Ništa, ništa nije važno i dobro znam zašto. I on zna zašto. S dna moje budućnosti, za cijelog ovog besmislenog života koji sam vodio, diže se do mene, kroz godine koje još nisu došle, neki neodređeni dah, a taj dah izjednačuje na svom putu sve ono što su mi nekad predlagali, u onim godinama koje sam proživio i koje nisu bile nimalo stvarnije. Što se mene tiče smrt drugih, ljubav jedne majke, što me se tiče njegov Bog, život za koji se netko odlučio, sudbina koju je odabrao, kad jedna jedina sudbina odabire mene i sa mnom na milijarde povlaštenih koji, kao i on, trvrde da su mi braća. Razumije li, razumije li napokon? Svi su povlašteni. Postoje samo povlašteni. I ostali će jednog dana biti osuđeni. I on će biti osuđen. Što mari ako ga optuže zbog ubojstva i smaknu zato što nije plakao na sprovodu svoje majke? Salamanov je pas vrijedio isto toliko koliko i njegova žena. Ona ženica-automat isto je toliko kriva koliko i Marie koja je željela da se uda za mene. Što mari što mi je Raymond bio isto tako pajdaš kao i Céleste koji vrijedi više od njega? Šta mari što Marie pruža danas usne nekom drugom Mersaultu? Razumije li, napokon, taj osuđenik, da s dna moje budućnosti... Gušio sam se vičući sve ovo. Ali ključari su mi već oteli iz ruku ispovjednika i prijetili mi. On ih, međutim, umiri i zagleda se načasak nijemo u mene. Oči mu bijahu pune suza. Okrenu se i nestade.”
― Albert Camus

“Ölüm herkesin başında, ama herkesin ölümü kendine göre. Olsun, güneş gene de ısıtıyor kemiklerimizi.”
― Albert Camus

“Ama sevmenin sınırı yoktur ve ben her şeyi kucaklayabildikten sonra, iyi sarılmasam da ne çıkar?”
― Albert Camus, پشت و رو