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My Love Affair With A Dead Man
A little something I wrote. Enjoy.
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When people say “Camus will do, but Sartre was smartre”
You’re seriously going to tell me that Sartre surpasses the man who wrote The Stranger? Really?
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Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken."
Albert Camus (via poolsandpearls) -
For if there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life."
Albert Camus (via merelyaglance) -
“Maman used to say that you can always find something to be happy about.”
- Albert Camus, The Stranger
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“The most absurd way to die would be in a car crash” - Albert Camus
“Friends applaud, the comedy is over.” - Ludwig van Beethoven
(via sexistmorons)
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“All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning.”
Albert Camus,The Myth of Sisyphus
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As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate."
Albert Camus, The Stranger (via tits-androgynous)(Source: sicklater)
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I had the whole sky in my eyes and it was blue and gold."
Albert Camus, The Stranger (via aesthetically-problematic) -
For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate."
Albert Camus, The Stranger (via halfpasttwelve) -
…the heart has its own memory…"
The Fall by Albert Camus (via whiskeyandamaretto) -
So close to death, Maman must have felt free then and ready to live it all again. Nobody, nobody had the right to cry over her. And I felt ready to live it all again too. As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again."
from The Stranger, by Albert Camus (via aswelook) -
Nine favourite pictures of Albert Camus with his family
