Albert Camus Quotes

On the human imagination, events produce the effects of time. Thus, he who has travelled far and seen much, is apt to fancy that he has lived long; and the history that most abounds in important incidents, soonest assumes the aspect of antiquity.

I think time is elastic. There are moments in my life that are many, many years ago and yet I can conjure them as though it's a second ago. And there are other things that happened maybe last week that seem like ages ago.

Time passes so slowly if you are unaware of it and so quickly if you are aware of it.

Grief reconfigures time, its length, its texture, its function: one day means no more than the next, so why have they been picked out and given separate names?

I could be with a woman in a bed, for weeks even, and it would seem to me like three seconds. Or 300 years.

The passage of time is simply an illusion created by our brains.

Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute.

Time narrows or expands according to how we approach it. It varies with a man’s breadth, with his heart.

People complain that life is short,for me it seems very long.

Time is just a blur for me. I don't know what - I don't even know where I am sometimes.

Time does not always pass at the same speed. We are the ones who determine that speed.

It's psychologically a weird experience to be so aware of the fact that the real time of your life is moving much faster than the fictional time you're trying to depict. You start to feel very weighted down sometimes.

Is that all time is - our perception of how quickly it does or does not pass?

The moment seemed endless, but it was probably only half that.

For some reason, I have a very strange conception of time. I am constantly hovering at some overview, more macro.

It was a long time ago now. And it was yesterday.

But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.

Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.

it doesn't take long to stay an hour.

Time is an illusion that makes us all pant.

Neither Goyl nor men lived long enough to understand that yesterday was born of tomorrow, just as tomorrow was born of yesterday.

How long have I been here, what a question, I've often wondered. And often I could answer, An hour, a month, a year, a century, depending on what I meant by here, and me, and being, and there I never went looking for extravagant meanings, there I never much varied, only the here would sometimes seem to vary.

Time, as is well known, sometimes flies like a bird and sometimes crawls like a worm, but human beings are generally particularly happy when they don't notice whether it's passing quickly or slowly.

Some days felt longer than other days. Some days felt like two whole days. Unfortunately those days were never weekend days. Our Saturdays and Sundays passed in half the time of a normal workday. In other words, some weeks it felt like we worked ten straight days and had only one day off.