Albert Camus Quotes - Page 3

I don’t know whether this world has a meaning that transcends it. But I know that I cannot know that meaning and that it is impossible for me just now to know it.

A novel is never anything but a philosophy expressed in images. And in a good novel the philosophy has disappeared into the images.

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable.

A man wants to earn money in order to be happy, and his whole effort and the best of a life are devoted to the earning of that money. Happiness is forgotten; the means are taken for the end.

It is a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money.

Your success and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them. But to be happy it is essential not to be too concerned with others. Consequently, there is no escape. Happy and judged, or absolved and wretched.

For who would dare to assert that eternal happiness can compensate for a single moment's human suffering

You are forgiven for your happiness and your successes only if you generously consent to share them.

There's the risk of being loved...and that would keep me from being happy.

What did it matter if he existed for two or for twenty years? Happiness was the fact that he had existed.

You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question.

… I suppose that it is not so easy to go home and it takes a bit of time to make a son out of a stranger.

It is the job of thinking people not to be on the side of the executioners.

He had been bored, that's all, bored like most people. Hence he had made himself out of whole cloth a life full of complications and drama. Something must happen - and that explains most human commitments. Something must happen, even loveless slavery, even war or death. Hurray then for funerals!

Because there is nothing here than invites us to cherish unhappy lovers. Nothing is more vain than to die for love. What we ought to do is live.

Remembrance of things past is just for the rich. For the poor it only marks the faint traces on the path to death.

J'écoutais mon cœur. Je ne pouvais imaginer que ce bruit qui m'accompagnait depuis si longtemps pût jamais cesser.

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.

I do not believe in God and I am not an atheist.