Albert Camus Quotes

The cool wind blew in my face and all at once I felt as if I had shed dullness from myself. Before me lay a long gray line with a black mark down the center. The birds were singing. It was spring.

Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.

Spring drew on... and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that hope traversed them at night and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.

Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!

'Tis always morning somewhere, and aboveThe awakening continents, from shore to shore,Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.

Yon rosebuds in the morning-dew, how pure amang the leaves sae green!

After the rains departed the skies and settled on earth - clear skies; moist brilliant earth - greater clarity returned to life alone with the blue above and made the world below rejoice with the freshness of the recent rain. It left heaven in our souls and a freshness in our hearts.

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.

The birds I heard today, which, fortunately, did not come within the scope of my science, sang as freshly as if it had been the first morning of creation.

The world is always young again for just a few moments at the dawn.

Every morning is new as the last one, uncreased as the not quite imaginable first.

I always felt the world cannot fall apart as long as free men see the rainbow, feel the rain and hear the laugh of a child.

But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her, barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor. She will look in at me with her thin arms extended, offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.

With the coming of spring, I am calm again.

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.

I needed to be in the bush. There I find solitude and beauty and purity and focus. That's where my heart lies.

I have never been in a natural place and felt that it was a waste of time. I never have. And it's a relief. If I'm walking around a desert or whatever, every second is worthwhile.

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.

A love of nature is a consolation against failure.

Sometimes in the morning, when it's a good surf, I go out there, and I don't feel like it's a bad world.

Earth laughs in flowers.