Albert Camus Quotes

If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me.

A true lover always feels in debt to the one he loves.

Dear is your heart and close your hand, I relinquish all to love's dysmorphic command.

And all for love, and nothing for reward.

To be able to throw one's self away for the sake of a moment, to be able to sacrifice years for a woman's smile - that is happiness.

One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched.

You know it's love when all you want is that person to be happy, even if you're not part of their happiness.

To believe in love, to be ready to give up anything for it, to be willing to risk your life for it, is the ultimate tragedy.

Love is jealous, and ingenious in self-torture in proportion as it is pure and intense.

I love my children and I love my wife with all my heart. And I would die, die gladly, if that would make a better life for them.

Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live; Not where I love, but where I am, I die.

When a man has once loved a woman he will do anything for her except continue to love her.

Keeping you [alive] is no profit; losing you is no loss.

There is no man at once so unselfish and selfish as a man in love.

I gave everything I had to give to 'Devdas.' I knew I would never make a better love story because there is none.

I am a mother first. I will always be a mother, and I would die for my kids if need be.

The craziest thing I've done for love? Put my life on hold.

"Mine ain't a selfish affection, you know," said Mr. Toots, in the confidence engendered by his having been a witness of the Captain's tenderness. "It's the sort of thing with me, Captain Gills, that if I could be run over - or - or trampled upon - or - or thrown off a very high place -or anything of that sort - for Miss Dombey's sake, it would be the most delightful thing that could happen to me."

Love places someone else in the centre of your being and your own self is blurred.

Love is sacrifice.

The exercise of benevolence is joy to loving hearts: the more pain it costs, the more joy it is. Kind actions make us happy, and in such joy we find communion with the great heart of Jesus.

Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.

There is perhaps no more rewarding romance heroine than she who is not expected to find love. The archetype comes in many disguises - the wallflower, the spinster, the governess, the single mom - but always with one sad claim: Love is not in her cards.

Let us live no more to ourselves, but to Him who loved us, and gave Himself to die for us.

Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved; we love to love.