I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
“As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
For the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
“Gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
I felt as I hadn't felt for ages. I had a foolish desire to burst into tears. for the first time I'd… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
“As if this great outburst of anger had purged all my ills, killed all my hopes, I looked up at the mass… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
“So close to death, Maman must have felt free then and ready to live it all again. Nobody, nobody had the right… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
For the first time in a long time I thought about Maman. I felt as if I understood why at the end… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
“For by giving it some hard thought, by considering the whole thing calmly, I could see that the trouble with the guillotine… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
“But still I would try to picture the exact moment when the beating of my heart would no longer be going on… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
“The papers were always talking about the debt owed to society. According to them, it had to be paid . But that… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
So the thing that bothered me most was that the condemned man had to hope the machine would work the first time. — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
“It was then I felt a sort of wave of indignation spreading through the courtroom, and for the first time I understood… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
And I too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if that great rush of anger had washed… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
I am just coming out of five years of night, and this orgy of violent lights gives me for the first time… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
“I, too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
“And I felt ready to live it all again too. As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
“The whole town rushed outside to celebrate this crowded minute when the time of suffering had ended and the time of forgetting had not… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
Being is good, but getting rich is better… If the gods had only the riches of men's adoration, they would be as poor as… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
The more I produce, the less I am certain. On the road along which the artist walks, night falls ever more densely. Finally, he… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
“Having been, not only mutilated in our country, wounded in our very flesh, but also divested of our most beautiful images, for you gave… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
I've seen of enough of people who die for an idea. I don't believe in heroism; I know it's easy and I've learned it… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
The best are led to make greater demands upon themselves. As for those who succumb, they did not deserve to survive. — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
“Then he asked me if I wasn’t interested in a change of life. I said that people never change their lives, that in any… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
Life is meaningless, but worth living, provided you recognize it's meaningless. — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
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… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
I explained to him, however, that my nature was such that my physical needs often got in the way of my feelings. — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
