December 23, 2012
"Except that the proof is never definitive, after all; one has to begin again with each new person. As a result of beginning over and over again, one gets in the habit. Soon the speech comes without thinking and the reflex follows; and one day you find yourself taking without really desiring. Believe me, for certain men at least, not taking what one doesn’t desire is the hardest thing in the world."

— Albert Camus (via hazysentences)

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December 14, 2012
"For those of us who have been thrown into hell, mysterious melodies and the torturing images of a vanished beauty will always bring us, in the midst of crime and folly, the echo of that harmonious insurrection which bears witness, throughout the centuries, to the greatness of humanity."

— Albert Camus, The Rebel (via sunrec)

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December 9, 2012

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November 11, 2012
"There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy."

— Albert Camus (via n—ess)

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October 31, 2012
"I knew a pure heart who rejected distrust. He was a pacifist and libertarian and loved all humanity and the animals with an equal love. An exceptional soul, that’s certain. Well, during the last wars of religion in Europe he had retired to the country. He had written on his threshold: “Wherever you come from, come in and be welcome.” Who do you think answered that noble invitation? The militia, who made themselves at home and disemboweled him."

— Albert Camus, The Fall (via sunrec)

October 30, 2012
"This is why I esteem the individual only because he strikes me as ridiculous and humiliated. Knowing that there are no victorious causes, I have a liking for lost causes: they require an uncontaminated soul, equal to its defeat as to its temporary victories."

— Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (via outofthedarkness)

October 1, 2012

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September 22, 2012

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August 27, 2012
"I don’t know whether this world has a meaning that transcends it. But I know that I do not know that meaning and that it is impossible for me just now to know it."

— Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (via resips)

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August 25, 2012
Dear Monsieur l'Antéchrist: concretethings: “What gives value to travel is fear. It is the fact...

concretethings:

“What gives value to travel is fear. It is the fact that, at a certain moment, when we are so far from our own country…,we are seized by a vague fear, and an instinctive desire to go back to the protection of old habits. This is the most obvious benefit of travel. At that moment we are feverish but also porous, so that the slightest touch makes us quiver to the depths of our being. We come across a cascade of light, and there is eternity. This is why we should not say that we travel for pleasure. There is no pleasure in traveling, and I look upon it more as an occasion for spiritual testing. If we understand by culture the exercise of our most intimate sense — that of eternity — then we travel for culture. Pleasure takes us away from ourselves in the same way as distraction, in Pascal’s use of the word, takes us away from God. Travel, which is like a greater and graver science, brings us back to ourselves.””

—Albert Camus, from his Jan 1936 notebook entry

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August 22, 2012
Caligula by Albert Camus
Scipio: All men have a secret solace. It helps them endure, and they turn to it when life has wearied them beyond enduring.
Caligula: Yes, Scipio.
Scipio: Have you nothing of the kind in your life, no refuge, no mood that makes the tears well up, no consolation?
Caligula: Yes, I have something of the kind.
Scipio: What is it?
Caligula: Scorn.
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August 18, 2012

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August 16, 2012
"I fired four more times at a lifeless body and the bullets sank in without leaving a mark. And it was like giving four sharp knocks at the door of unhappiness."

— Albert Camus, The Outsider (via lord-capulet)

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August 16, 2012

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August 8, 2012
"Likewise and during every day of an unillustrious life, time carries us. But a moment always comes when we have to carry it. We live on the future: ‘tomorrow’, ‘later on’, ‘when you have made your way’, ‘you will understand when you are old enough’. Such irrelevancies are wonderful, for, after all, it’s a matter of dying. Yet a time comes when a man notices or says that he is thirty. Thus he asserts his time. He takes his place in it. He admits that he stands at a certain point on a curve that he acknowledges having to travel to its end. He belongs to time and, by the horror that seizes him, he recognizes his worst enemy. Tomorrow, he was longing for tomorrow, whereas everything in him ought to reject it."

— Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (via philosophysics)

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