Albert Camus Quotes About Eyes

• Healthy people have a natural skill of avoiding feverish eyes.

  Albert Camus

  Eye, Skills, People

  Albert Camus (2012). “Happy Death”, p.61, Vintage

• There are people who prefer to look their fate in the eye

  Albert Camus

  Eye, Fate, People

  Albert Camus (1967). “Lyrical and critical”, Hamish Hamilton Ltd

• Since the order of the world is shaped by death, mightn't it be better for God if we refuse to believe in Him, and struggle with all our might against death without raising our eyes towards the heaven where He sits in silence?

  Albert Camus

  Believe, Struggle, Eye

  Albert Camus (1948). “The Plague”, Vintage

• When I was young I asked more of people than they could give: everlasting friendship, endless feeling. Now I know to ask less of them than they can give: a straightforward companionship. And their feelings, their friendship, their generous actions seem in my eyes to be wholly miraculous: a consequence of grace alone.

  Albert Camus

  Eye, People, Giving

• I had the whole sky in my eyes and it was blue and gold.

  Albert Camus

  Eye, Blue, Sky

  Albert Camus (2012). “The Stranger”, p.20, Vintage

• Some other memories of the funeral have stuck in my mind. The old boy’s face, for instance, when he caught up with us for the last time, just outside the village. His eyes were streaming with tears, of exhaustion or distress, or both together. But because of the wrinkles they couldn’t flow down. They spread out, crisscrossed, and formed a smooth gloss on the old, worn face.

  Albert Camus

  Memories, Eye, Boys

  ALBERT CAMUS (1942). “THE Stranger”

• History, as an entirety, could only exist in the eyes of an observer outside it and outside the world. History only exists, in the final analysis, for God.

  Albert Camus

  Eye, History, Finals

  Albert Camus (2012). “The Rebel: An Essay on Man in Revolt”, p.289, Vintage

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