Albert Camus Quotes

Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it with such passion that it may be the ultimate cause of all joy and all art.

Wage war on death. Live for love.

I am a true adorer of life, and if I can't reach as high as the face of it, I plant my kiss somewhere lower down. Those who understand will require no further explanation.

Theater will always be a huge part of my life. The high I get from doing theater is not, quite honestly, matched by many things. I like the fact that when you step out on the stage, for that given night, for better or for worse, you are the master of the boards. I love it to death.

Eros is very close to death. And both things, in a way, balance each other.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.

They sin who tell us Love can die: with Life all other passions fly, all others are but vanity.

I love life. I love life to death.

I love living. I have some problems with my life, but living is the best thing they've come up with so far.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

To live is like to love - all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

The only way to take sorrow out of death is to take love out of life.

I'm interested in love and in death. Everything evolves from these things.

And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death. And O what a bright old song it is, that O 'tis love, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round!

That’s it?” Jason asked. “You spent an hour talking about how lucky you were to be dying?” No, not dying, Son. Living.

A man afraid of death will never play the part of a live man.

Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.

Young lovers see a vision of the world redeemed by love. That is the truest thing they ever see, for without it life is death.

It was in love I was created, and in love is how I hope I die

My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love, And though the sager sort our deeds reprove, Let us not weigh them. Heaven's great lamps do dive Into their west, and straight again revive, But soon as once set is our little light, Then must we sleep one ever-during night. See Catullus 200:5.

There are dreadful moments when death comes very near those we love, even if for the time being it passes by. But life is a great adventure, and the worst of all fears is the fear of living.