Albert Camus
Albert Camus
Albert Camus; 7 November 1913 – 4 January 1960) was a French philosopher, author, and journalist. His views contributed to the rise of the philosophy known as absurdism. He wrote in his essay The Rebel that his whole life was devoted to opposing the philosophy of nihilism while still delving deeply into individual freedom. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1957...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 November 1913
CountryFrance
philosophical everyday important
The most important thing you do everyday you live is deciding not to kill yourself.
excess disappear misers
I cling like a miser to the freedom that disappears as soon as there is an excess of things.
self water trying
For if I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and to summarize it, it is nothing but water slipping through my fingers.
turning-your-back life-is ifs
Nothing in life is worth, turning your back on, if you love it.
sometimes
But sometimes it takes more courage to live than to shoot yourself.
stars night dry
In the vast reaches of the dry, cold night, thousands of stars were constantly appearing, and their sparkling icicles, loosened at once, began to slip gradually toward the horizon.
broken-heart teacher lost-love
Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.
strange rebellion form
Rebellion cannot exist without a strange form of love.
secret tears looks
When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears.
heart passion law
From the moment absurdity is recognized, it becomes a passion, the most harrowing of all. But whether or not one can live with one's passions, whether or not one can accept their law, which is to burn the heart they simultaneously exalt - that is the whole question.
sky lasts knows
I know simply that the sky will last longer than I.
stranger said no-hope
Have you no hope at all? And do you really live with the thought that when you die, you die, and nothing remains?" "Yes," I said.
heart imagination trying
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.
flower creating anxiety
Creating is living doubly. The groping, anxious quest of a Proust, his meticulous collecting of flowers, of wallpapers, and of anxieties, signifies nothing else.