Albert Camus Quotes

It's never easy to watch. It's never great to see your friend or teammate put himself through hell.

There is no birth of consciousness without pain.

I wanted to understand pain and the human condition, which is full of pain and regret and sadness - and some happiness, if you're lucky.

I don't think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.

I have shed many tears of pain and indignation.

For 30 years, I lived in pure hell.

I've been through practices during which I've felt as though medieval torture would have been easier.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

Misery loves company, and madness calls it forth.

Unhappiness was my god.

Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

Pain is a forcing sieve that turns me to gruel.

Here ah am in the junky's limbo; too sick tae sleep, too tired tae stay awake. A twilight zone ay the senses where nothing's real except the crushing, omnipresent misery n pain in your mind n body.

I am convinced that boredom is one of the greatest tortures. If I were to imagine Hell, it would be the place where you were continually bored.

There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.

Suffering is by no means a privilege, a sign of nobility, a reminder of God. Suffering is a fierce, bestial thing, commonplace, uncalled for, natural as air. It is intangible; no one can grasp it or fight against it; it dwells in time - is the same thing as time; if it comes in fits and starts, that is only so as to leave the sufferer more defenseless during the moments that follow, those long moments when one relives the last bout of torture and waits for the next.

This was my one brush with love. Was it love? It felt awful enough. I spent another two years crawling around in the skin of it, smoking too much and growing too thin and having stray thoughts of jumping from my balcony like a tortured heroine in a Russian novel.

There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.

Life is a velvet crowbar hitting you over the head, youre bleeding syrup amour, bleeding to death.

Hope is a demon worse than your Pain.

My mind was bursting with depression and anguish. I muttered imprecations and murmuring as I passed along. I was full of loathing and abhorrence of life, and all that life carries in its train.

At the end, we brought her to New York, where I was living, for a series of experimental tortures that increased the misery of her days without increasing the number of them.

Love is a hell you cannot bear.

Sometimes life seems so painful it hurts even to move my arms.