Albert Camus, The Myth Of Sisyphus Quotes
Seeking what is true is not seeking what is desirable.
Man cannot do without beauty, and this is what our era pretends to want to disregard.
Man is always prey to his truths. Once he has admitted them, he cannot free himself from them.
A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future.
Without culture, and the relative freedom it implies, society, even when perfect, is but a jungle. This is why any authentic creation is a gift to the future.
What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.
There is no longer a single idea explaining everything, but an infinite number of essences giving a meaning to an infinite number of objects. The world comes to a stop, but also lights up.
What I believe to be true I must therefore preserve. What seems to me so obvious, even against me, I must support.
Thinking is learning all over again how to see, directing one's consciousness, making of every image a privileged place.
Creating is living doubly. The groping, anxious quest of a Proust, his meticulous collecting of flowers, of wallpapers, and of anxieties, signifies nothing else.
There can be no question of holding forth on ethics. I have seen people behave badly with great morality and I note every day that integrity has no need of rules
But this time is ours, and we cannot live hating ourselves
One recognizes one's course by discovering the paths that stray from it
In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occa
Is one to die voluntarily or to hope in spite of everything?
The mind, when it reaches its limits, must make a judgment and choose its conclusions. This is where suicide and the reply stand.
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 seems that the people of Oran are like that friend of Flaubert who, on the point of death, casting a last glance at the irreplaceable earth, exclaimed: "Close the window, it's too beautiful.
There is do much sttuborn hope in a human heart.
