The Stranger

Albert Camus † 7 November 1913 – 4 January 1960 † Novelist, Journalist, Philosopher, Absurdist

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"The absurd, which is the metaphysical state of the conscious man, does not lead to God.* Perhaps this notion will become clearer if I risk this shocking statement: the absurd is sin without God."

*I did not say “excludes God,” which would still amount to asserting.

-Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus.

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Albert Camus

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And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness.

The Stranger, Albert Camus (via v-i-r-g-o-haze)

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I knew that I had shattered the harmony of the day, the exceptional silence of a beach where I’d been happy. Then I fired four more times at the motionless body where the bullets lodged without leaving a trace. And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness.

L’etranger, Albert Camus (via talkingtomakenoise)

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The Stranger by Albert Camus

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I had only a little time left and I didn't want to waste it on God.

Meursault, The Stranger by Albert Camus

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Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how don't matter.

Meursault, The Stanger by Albert Camus

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We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love — first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.

Albert Camus, A Happy Death

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Nous nous trompons toujours deux fois sur ceux que nous aimons: d'abord à leur avantage, puis à leur désavantage.

Albert Camus, A Happy Death

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Was that so long ago? Twenty-five years.Twenty-five years were nothing, for it seemed to her only yesterday when she washesitating between an independent life and marriage, just yesterday when she wasthinking anxiously of the time she might be growing old alone. She was not alone andthat law-student who always wanted to be with her was now at her side. She hadeventually accepted him although he was a little shorter than she and she didn’t muchlike his eager, sharp laugh or his black protruding eyes. But she liked his courage in facing up to life, which he shared with all the French of this country. She also likedhis crestfallen look when events or men failed to live up to his expectations. Aboveall, she like being loved, and he had showered her with attentions. By so often makingher aware that she existed for him he made her exist in reality. No, she was not alone

The Adulterous Woman, Albert Camus

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A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.

Albert Camus

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Albert Camus' cigarette brand of choice.