Quotes from Albert Camus

The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.

There is in me an anarchy and frightful disorder. Creating makes me die a thousand deaths, because it means making order, and my entire being rebels against order. But without it I would die, scattered to the winds.

Those who write clearly have readers, those who write obscurely have commentators.

The day when I am no more than a writer I shall cease to be a writer.

The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

Travel, which is like a greater and a graver science, brings us back to ourselves.

Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.

Always go too far, because that's where you'll find the truth

What made me run away was doubtless not so much the fear of settling down, but of settling down permanently in something ugly.

... We need the sweet pain of anticipation to tell us we are really alive.

The loss of love is the loss of all rights, even though one had them all.

The act of love . . . is a confession. Selfishness screams aloud, vanity shows off, or else true generosity reveals itself.

I conceived at least one great love in my life, of which I was always the object.

Nothing in the world is worth turning one's back on what one loves.

I am too much in love with my lies and hypocrisies not to confess them fervently.

Why should it be essential to love rarely in order to love much?

Rebellion cannot exist without a strange form of love.

but perhaps we should love what we cannot understand

And for all his life it would be kindness and love that made him cry, never pain or persecution, which on the contrary only reinforced his spirit and his resolution.

I love life - that's my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of imagining what is not life.

You must have a love, a great love, to ensure an alibi at unjustified despairs that conquer all of us

That's love, giving everything, sacrificing all without hope of return.

What the world requires of the Christians is that they should continue to be Christians.

Forever I shall be a stranger to myself. In psychology as in logic, there are truths but no truth.