Man is an idea, and a precious small idea once he turns his back on love.
Love is the kind of illness that does not spare the intelligent or the dull.
To abandon oneself to principles is really to die – and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.
Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.
My chief occupation, despite appearances, has always been love.
Seeking what is true is not seeking what is desirable.
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.
Real generosity toward the future lies in giving all to the present.
Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear.
Albert Camus quote: In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me…
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love – first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.
At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman.
“She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn’t mean anything but that I didn’t think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.”
“Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can’t be sure.”
“I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world.”
“Mostly, I could tell, I made him feel uncomfortable. He didn’t understand me, and he was sort of holding it against me. I felt the urge to reassure him that I was like everybody else, just like everybody else. But really there wasn’t much point, and I gave up the idea out of laziness.”
“I’ve never really had much of an imagination. But still I would try to picture the exact moment when the beating of my heart would no longer be going on inside my head.”
“Since we’re all going to die, it’s obvious that when and how don’t matter.”
“What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.”