Albert Camus Quotes

I hate being alone, even for 10 minutes.

Don't go away. I don't want to be alone. I can't stand being alone.

For a long time now my heart has had its shutters closed, its steps deserted, formerly a tumultuous hotel, but now empty and echoing like a great empty tomb.

I'm completely uninhabited.

Usually there's no specific reason for loneliness - it's a broad feeling.

Still I sojourn here, alone and palely loitering, though the sedge is withered from the lake and no birds sing. For I sent the bath towel to the wash this morning, and omitted to put out another. I have no towel.

Once again there was the desert, and that only.

He could start a row in an empty house.

Sometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum -- a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I'm watching over it for no one but myself.

So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.

I've been in that angst of loneliness, where you're really alone in the universe, except for the dog.

Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.

When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside world which is like the cold space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly.

It's a terrible feeling being lonely.

Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.

Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day, wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow.

You are forever alone.

The most terrifying thing I can think of is being alone - and I mean utterly alone, like no one else in the world alone - at night. That's the nucleus of the first story in my collection and it's also where the title came from for the book.

How lonely it is going to be now on the Yellow Brick Road.

A desert is a place without expectation.

You write a story about loneliness, and you grab them all because everybody's an expert on that one.

Not a living thing was to be seen and the cottages that sat huddled close to the ground remained fast shut; the smoke from the chimneys alone still gave a sign of life.

The dominant feeling of the battlefield is loneliness.

Loneliness expresses the pain of being alone and solitude expresses the glory of being alone.

Sleeplessness is a desert without vegetation or inhabitants.