Albert Camus Quotes

I just don't get death at all. Yes, it's there. But I don't get it.

We who think we are about to die will laugh at anything.

When you don't believe in anything except not dying, you don't really believe in anything.

We like to think of life as a constant ... Yet it can be ended in a heartbeat.

I think about death most of the day, every day. We can't escape death, and choosing to ignore it only makes it more scary.

Why should I be worried about dying? It's not going to happen in my lifetime!

At the moment of death I hope to be surprised.

You can actually be bored stiff while you're dying.

'What do you really think happens after you die?' That's the question that everyone, everyone, everyone asks. And I'm so sick of it. But my true answer is, I don't know. And there's no way I'm going to find out 'til it happens.

I think a lot about death more than life, because we're going towards death.

Death is the ultimate enemy - and I find nothing reproachable in those who rage mightily against the dying of the light.

He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife.

I don't want to die.

All of us have the same thing coming - death. It's waiting. But I don't want to go. I want to live to be 102!

I may have won the only important lotto ever, which is life, but I am still going to die. We all are.

We pop into existence and we know that we die and we know that we lose everyone that we love and we know we even lose our own bodies. And what a paradigm. What a mystery.

They lay listening. Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. What if it doesn't fire? It has to fire. What if it doesn't fire? Could you crush that beloved skull with a rock? Is there such a being within you of which you know nothing? Can there be? Hold him in your arms. Just so. The soul is quick. Pull him toward you. Kiss him. Quickly.

To the last moment of his breath, On hope the wretch relies; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.

We are dying, we are dying, piecemeal our bodies are dying and our strength leaves us, and our soul cowers naked in the dark rain over the flood, cowering in the last branches of the tree of our life.

I really do fear that I'm dying I really do fear that I'm dead I saw it in your eyes what I'm looking for I saw it in your eyes what will make me live.

My troubles are many They're deep as a well I swear there ain't no Heaven And I pray there ain't no hell But I'll never know by living only my dying will tell. And when I die and when I'm gone There'll be, one child born And a world to carry on, to carry on.

We live a dying dream, If you know what I mean...

But come here, Fear. / I am alive! / And you are so afraid / of dying.

God seemed to be having a hard time killing him, and he'd be damned if he was going to make the job easy for mere mortals

When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.