Albert Camus Quotes

What we think of as our sensitivity is only the higher evolution of terror in a poor dumb beast. We suffer for nothing. Our own death wish is our only real tragedy.

During depression the world disappears. Language itself. One has nothing to say. Nothing. No small talk, no anecdotes. Nothing can be risked on the board of talk. Because the inner voice is so urgent in its own discourse: How shall I live? How shall I manage the future? Why should I go on?

Suffering is just about the easiest of all human activities; being happy is just about the hardest. And happiness requires, not surrender to guilt, but emancipation from guilt.

No matter what I do, I'm hurting someone." - Katniss Everdeen

She cried for herself, she cried because she was afraid that she herself might die in the night, because she was alone in the world, because her desperate and empty life was not an overture but an ending, and through it all she could see was the rough, brutal shape of a coffin.

You can run away from home But you can't run away from your pain I sit here alone There's always someone else to blame.

All my life I have had the utmost admiration for suicides. I have always considered them superior to me in every way.

Sometimes, I get so consumed by depression that it is hard to believe that the whole world doesn't stop and suffer with me.

But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.

If anyone could look into my head See or feel the dread that has captured Me or see within this sad, unhappy brain They would only turn away Turn away.

By his monstrous way of life he seemed to have put himself beyond the limits of reality. Nothing moved him or spoke to him from the real world unless he heard it in an echo of the infuriated cries within him.

Reason may cure illusions, but not suffering.

Are we not all flung into the world for no other purpose than to hate each other, and so to torture ourselves and one another?

At great periods you have always felt, deep within you, the temptation to commit suicide. You gave yourself to it, breached your own defenses. You were a child. The idea of suicide was a protest against life; by dying, you would escape this longing for death.

Vengeance taken will often tear the heart and torment the conscience.

The various forms of despair at the various stations on the road.

What do you do from morning to night?" "I endure myself.

Of all the diseases I have known, loneliness is the worst.

Everyone in daily life carries such a heavy mixed burden on his own conscience that he is reluctant to penalize those who have been caught.

Such things as anguish, woe, affliction, guilt, feelings of awfulness, and utter wretchedness, the bread and butter of Days of Yore and Russians, sadly have very little staying power in these lickety-split Modern Times.

I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?

Sometimes you can't see your way out. The "dark night of the soul" - it's a reality for many, many people.