Albert Camus Quotes

For someone who doesn't even like love stories, I've played an awful lot of lovers.

I've always been more in control of my professional life than my personal life. Although I'm a strong woman, when I fall in love I just give myself 100 percent. I become secondary.

Accept that all of us can be hurt, that all of us can and surely will at times fail. Other vulnerabilities, like being embarrassed or risking love, can be terrifying, too. I think we should follow a simple rule: if we can take the worst, take the risk.

My life's a wreck, and I love it.

Women love to be called cruel, even when they are kindest.

People love to hate. I have a love-hate relationship with the world. The world loves to hate me.

Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.

In love we often doubt what we most believe.

Even in a lot of hip-hop music, they tell you don't give your heart to a woman. But many of the most successful rappers are head-over-heels in love.

If he touched her, he couldn't talk to her, if he loved her he couldn't leave, if he spoke he couldn't listen, if he fought he couldn't win.

I will hate the man you choose because he isn't me, and love him if he makes you smile.

People would be bored shitless if they had to love only the good in someone they care about.

Love is a drama of contradictions.

The act of leaning in to kiss someone, or asking them, is fraught with the possibility of rejection, so the person least likely to get rejected should do the leaning in or the asking.

I mean, it’s stupid to miss someone you didn’t even get along with. But I don’t know, it was nice, you know, having someone you could always fight with.

We love the things we pretend to laugh at.

You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.

Mine was the unbearable jealousy a cultured pearl must feel toward a genuine one. Or can there be such a thing in this world as a man who is jealous of the woman who loves him, precisely because of her love?

And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.

Is it not love that knows how to make smooth things rough and rough things smooth?

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.

Jealousy's a proof of love, But 'tis a weak and unavailing medicine; It puts out the disease and makes it show, But has no power to cure.

Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.