#Albert Camus

[metamorphesque]

― Albert Camus, Notebooks: 1935-1951

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from "Personal Writings," originally published in 2020

[philosophybits]

I don’t care if I am in a state of contradiction; I don’t want to be a philosophical genius. I don’t even want to be a genius at all, for I have enough trouble just being a man.

Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1942-1951

[vintage-tigre]

[apurvasood]

Isn't it beautiful? The thought that even when two people decide to move past each other, they maybe stuck together? Like maybe the Universe keeps playing games in it's own tiny silly ways! Maybe, their sleeves will brush against each other in a crowd someday, and they won't even notice! Or maybe they'll be humming the same song at the exact same time? Or they might be giggling and their laughter will echo in the same street, in different groups, while they pass against each other, unaware of the opposite's presence. Maybe they'll order the exact same coffee at the cafes in front of each other, their names called out at the same time! Isn't it comfortingly crazy? That two people, once in love, might be tied to each other, forever?

-Apurva

[twoloversandabeachcomber]

Albert Camus and his cat, Cigarette

[deviika]

—Albert Camus

[petaltexturedskies]

Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn't have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn't have to be a walk during which you'll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don't find meaning but "steal" some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn't make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.

Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1951-1959

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

You have closed your mouth and your heart on too many screams, and it is devastating, in a way. From far and wide, the bad images will come back. Maybe they have to, after all. I lived with a similar anguish, once. And it seems to me that I have drawn from it, in the end, a large part of what I am. After all, life is as you see it in these moments, and you have to know that. But there is more to it than that, and we need to know that too.

Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, March 13, 1950 [#248]

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from "Personal Writings," originally published in 2020

[philosophybits]

To be born to create, to love, to win at games is to be born to live in time of peace. But war teaches us to lose everything and become what we were not.

Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1935-1942

[twocozy]

hyper specific 5am collection about freshman year of college (so far) and the pit it leaves inside your chest !!!!!!

Constantin Émile Meunier, Ophelie / D.H. Lawrence / Sung Hwa Kim, Untitled / pinterest user wuxianspeare / Albert Camus / pinterest user raiiiisha / Ramón Casas, Tired

[unleashed-imagination]

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

— Albert Camus

[macrolit]

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[thoughtkick]

I’ve seen a lot of beautiful things with a heavy heart.

Albert Camus