Albert Camus Quotes About Memories

• I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.

  Albert Camus

  Memories, Love You, Heart

• Believe me there is no such thing as great suffering, great regret, great memory....everything is forgotten, even a great love. That's what's sad about life, and also what's wonderful about it. There is only a way of looking at things, a way that comes to you every once in a while. That's why it's good to have had love in your life after all, to have had an unhappy passion- it gives you an alibi for the vague despairs we all suffer from.

  Albert Camus

  Memories, Regret, Believe

  Albert Camus (2012). “Happy Death”, p.114, Vintage

• Thus, in a middle course between these heights and depths, they drifted through life rather than lived, the prey of aimless days and sterile memories, like wandering shadows that could have acquired substance only by consenting to root themselves in the solid earth of their distress.

  Albert Camus

  Memories, Roots, Shadow

  Albert Camus (1960). “The plague: translated from the French”

• I realized then that a man who had lived only one day could easily live for a hundred years in prison. He would have enough memories to keep him from being bored

  Albert Camus

  Memories, Men, Years

  Albert Camus (2012). “The Stranger”, p.79, Vintage

• In a universe suddenly divested of illusion and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land.

  Albert Camus

  Memories, Fear, Home

  Albert Camus (2012). “The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays”, p.6, Vintage

• Without memories, without hope, they lived for the moment only. indeed, the here and now had come to mean everything to them. For there is no denying that the plague had gradually killed off in all of us the faculty not of love only but even of friendship. Naturally enough, since love asks something of the future, and nothing was left us but a series of present moments.

  Albert Camus

  Memories, Mean, Moments

  ALBERT CAMUS (1971). “NOBEL PRIZE LIBRARY”

• I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which I'd found the simplest and most lasting joys.

  Albert Camus

  Memories, Joy, Stranger

  "The Stranger". Book by Albert Camus, 1942.

• They came to know the incorrigible sorrow of all prisoners and exiles, which is to live in company with a memory that serves no purpose.

  Albert Camus

  Memories, Sorrow, Purpose

  Albert Camus (1960). “The plague: translated from the French”

• 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”

• To begin with, poor people´s memory is less nourished than that of a rich; it has fewer landmarks in space because they seldom leave the place where they live, and fewer reference points in time throughtout lives that are grey and featureless.

  Albert Camus

  Memories, Space, People

• So all a man could win in the conflict between plague and life was knowledge and memories.

  Albert Camus

  Memories, Winning, Men

  Albert Camus (1972). “The Plague”, eBookEden.com

• What, then, is that incalculable feeling that deprives the mind of the sleep necessary to life? A world that can be explained even with bad reasons is a familiar world. But, on the other hand, in a universe suddenly divested of illusions and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land. This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity.

  Albert Camus

  Memories, Sleep, Divorce

  Albert Camus (2012). “The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays”, p.6, Vintage

• I understood, by dint of digging into my memories, that modesty helped me to shine, humility helped me to triumph and virtue to oppress.

  Albert Camus

  Memories, Humility, Shining

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