"The love we share with a city is often a secret love."

Albert Camus

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When I was young, I expected people to give me more than they could—continuous friendship, permanent emotion.


Now I have learned to expect less of them than they can give—a silent companionship.


And their emotions, their friendship, and noble gestures keep their full miraculous value in my eyes; wholly the fruit of grace.

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Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1935-1942 

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"Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be."

Albert CamusNotebooks, 1951-1959

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"There are cities, like certain women, who annoy you, overwhelm you, and lay bare your soul, and whose scorching contact, scandalous and delightful at the same time, clings to every pore of your body."
"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion."

Albert Camus

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"Poe and the four conditions for happiness.

(1) Life in the open air.
(2) Love of another human being.
(3) Freedom from all ambition.
(4) Creation."

Albert Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942

Edgar Allan Poe, The Domain of Arnheim

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"Start by looking for what is valid in every human being."
— Albert Camus, from Notebooks (1939)
"Sometimes, for violent minds, the time that we tear off for work, that is torn away from time, is the best."
"Believe me, there is no such thing as great suffering, great regret, great memory… Everything is forgotten, even a great love. That’s what’s sad about life, and also what’s wonderful about it. There’s only a way of looking at things, a way that comes to you every once in a while. That’s why it’s good to have had love in your life after all, to have had an unhappy passion—it gives you an alibi for the vague despairs we all suffer from."

Albert Camus, A Happy Death

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I spent a long time looking at faces, drinking in smiles. Am I happy or unhappy? It’s not a very important question. I live with such frenzied intensity.

Things and people are waiting for me, and doubtless I am waiting for them and desiring them with all my strength and sadness. But, here, I earn the right to be alive by silence and by secrecy.

The miracle of not having to talk about oneself.

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Albert Camus, Notebooks 1935-1943

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"Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be."

Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959

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"There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night."

Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus, translation by Justin O’Brien

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"She was breathing deeply, she forgot the cold, the weight of beings, the insane or static life, the long anguish of living or dying. After so many years running from fear, fleeing crazily, uselessly, she was finally coming to a halt. At the same time she seemed to be recovering her roots, and the sap rose anew in her body, which was no longer trembling. Pressing her whole belly against the parapet, leaning toward the wheeling sky, she was only waiting for her pounding heart to settle down, and for the silence to form in her. The last constellations of stars fell in bunches a little lower on the horizon of the desert, and stood motionless. Then, with an unbearable sweetness, the waters of the night began to fill her, submerging the cold, rising gradually to the center of her being, and overflowing wave upon wave to her moaning mouth. A moment later, the whole sky stretched out above her as she lay with her back against the cold earth."

Albert Camus, “The Adulterous Woman”
From Exile and the Kingdom

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“Nothing in life is worth turning your back on,

if you love it.” 

― Albert Camus

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"Live to the point of tears"

Albert Camus

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