Camus' classic quotes

 　　1. "Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Just walk beside

　　me and be my friend." 2. "We rarely trust those better than ourselves, preferring to avoid them. Instead
　　, we often confide in those similar to us, those who share our weaknesses. We don't wish to change our weaknesses, but only to receive pity and encouragement." —Albert

　　Camus, *The Stranger*
　　3. "The important thing is not to cure, but to live with the illness."

　　—Albert Camus, *The Myth of Sisyphus*
　　4. "Once a person learns to remember, he will never be lonely again. Even if he only lives one day in the world, he can easily spend a hundred years alone in a prison cell through memory." "

　　—Camus, *The Myth of Sisyphus*
　　5. Every maverick personality signifies strength.
　　—*The Rebels*
　　6. Once a person learns to remember, he will never be lonely again. Even if you only live one day in this world, you can easily spend a hundred years alone in a prison cell by relying on your memories. —*The Myth of Sisyphus*

　　7. When the longing for happiness is too eager, then pain rises in the depths of one's heart.
　　8. When I get tired of listening to someone and want to get rid of him, I pretend to agree readily. —*The Stranger*
　　9. Death is something we cannot escape; everyone has their own death. In the end, the sun still warms our bodies. —*Between Suffering and Sunshine*
　　10. In the depths of winter, I finally realized that I have an invincible summer within me. —*Summer Collection*
　　11. If you keep searching for what happiness is made of, you will never find happiness. If you keep searching for the meaning of life, you will never live.
　　12. Days, of course, seem long when they pass, but dragging on, day after day, year after year, they eventually become a jumbled mess. Each day loses its own name. For me, only words like "yesterday" and "tomorrow" have any meaning.
　　13. The distance between my soul and myself is so vast, yet my existence is so real.
　　14. Usually, those who choose to dedicate themselves to art consider themselves different. However, they soon discover that their art, their uniqueness, is often rooted in their similarity to everyone else. — *The Glory of Writing*
　　15. This world is filled with lies and servility, and the weeds of loneliness grow wildly everywhere. Regardless of our individual weaknesses, the nobility of the writer's profession is always rooted in two difficult interventions: rejecting lies and resisting coercion.
　　16. And so I realized that even if a person has only lived one day, he can spend a hundred years in prison without feeling unbearable; he has enough to remember and will never feel bored. In a sense, this is also a kind of pleasure. — *The Stranger*
　　17. True redemption is not victory after a battle, but finding the strength to live and peace of mind amidst suffering.

　　18. Life should never be a performance, a pretense.
　　—The Stranger
　　19. There is no life that transcends itself without self-contempt.
　　20. I no longer have time to be interested in things that don't interest me. —The Stranger
　　21. The easiest way to understand a city is to ask how its people work, how they love, and how they die.
　　22. "Now, facing this night filled with starlight and revelation, I open my heart for the first time to this indifferent world. I experience how much this world resembles me, how loving and harmonious it is, and I feel that I was happy in the past and I am still happy now." "From a certain perspective, Meursault achieved enlightenment in the face of imminent death and suffering. He returned to himself and achieved a harmonious unity with this indifferent world. He understood the nihilistic nature of this world. He realized that all his previous methods and attitudes were correct, and were the inherent way of this world. After suffering, he discovered himself." — *The Stranger*
　　23. "How many people commit crimes simply because they cannot tolerate evil!"
　　24. "There is only one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide." — *The Rebel*
　　25. "What interests me is: to live for what I love, and to die for what I love." — *The Plague*
　　26. I often think that if I were to live inside a dead tree trunk, with nothing to do but look up at the drifting clouds, I would eventually get used to it. I would wait for birds to fly by or for clouds to gather, just as I wait here for my lawyer's peculiar tie, or just as I patiently wait in another world for Saturday to embrace Mary's body. Besides, thinking about it carefully, I'm not actually inside a dead tree trunk. There are people more unfortunate than me. However, this is just one of my mother's ideas; she often says that in the end, people get used to everything. —The Stranger
　　27. The evils of the world are almost always caused by ignorance. Good intentions without insight can cause just as much harm as evil. There are always more good than bad people; the real problem isn't there. But people differ in their degree of ignorance, and this is the so-called dividing line between virtue and evil. The most incurable evil is this kind of ignorance: believing oneself to know everything, and therefore believing one has the right to kill. The soul of a murderer is blind; without true insight, there is no true goodness or sublime benevolence. — *The Plague*
　　28. A person can demand death. Because having seen through life, nothing else matters. A person experiences and suffers various misfortunes, he bears them, and accepts his fate. — *Between Suffering and Sunshine*
　　29. The struggle itself to climb to the summit is enough to fill one's heart. People must believe that the continuous building of mountains is happiness.
　　30. The emptiness that always lingers deep within our hearts is indeed a sense of exile, a clear and distinct emotion, an arrow of anxious memory, a ridiculous delusion—either a delusion of turning back time or, conversely, a delusion of time flying by. Sometimes we let ourselves revel in a fantasy world, imagining ourselves happily waiting for the doorbell to ring or the familiar footsteps on the stairs for our loved ones to return; or we deliberately forget that the train is out of service and rush home at the time when passengers on the evening express train should be arriving. —The Plague
　　31. No, the cruelest torment we suffer will one day end. One morning, after so much despair, an irrepressible desire to survive will declare that everything is over, and that pain has no more meaning than happiness.
　　32. He was both excited and saddened, large tears streaming down his cheeks. But because his face was covered with wrinkles, the tears could not flow, sometimes spreading, sometimes gathering, spreading out as a glistening pool on his sorrowful, distorted face. —The Complete Works of Albert Camus
　　33. Nothing in the world is worth sacrificing one's beloved for. Yet, for some reason, I myself, like you, have also sacrificed what I love. —The Plague

　　34. I have never given up pursuing the light, feeling the happiness of existence, or yearning for the carefree life of my youth. These longings, though they led me to many mistakes, also helped me better understand my profession and supported my unwavering support for those who remained silent. For them, to survive in this world, they relied solely on those fleeting memories of happiness and freedom. — *The Glory of Writing*

　　35. He said he had been studying my soul and found it empty. He said I actually had no soul, no humanity, no moral principle that occupies a sacred place in the human soul—all of this was incompatible with me.
　　— *The Stranger*
　　36. Slaves begin by demanding justice, but ultimately demand kingdoms.
　　37. Possessiveness is merely another form of demanding permanence. It is this that creates the powerless fervor of love.
　　— *Between Suffering and Sunshine*
　　38. But in his view, its real disease is aging, and aging is incurable.
　　— *The Stranger*
　　39. There is only one responsibility we have ever heard of: love. —"Autumn is the Second Spring"
　　40. No longer concerned with art and form. Rediscover direct contact, without intermediaries, and therefore innocent. To forget art, here, is to forget oneself. Not to abandon oneself in the name of morality, but on the contrary, to accept hell. —"The Complete Works of Camus"

　　41. Since there is nothing connecting us outside our now separated bodies, nothing making us miss each other, how can I know? Besides, it was from this moment that I became indifferent to the memory of Marie.
　　—"The Stranger"

　　42. This world without love is like a world of the dead; one day people will tire of prison, work, and courage, and seek out lovely faces and tender hearts again. —The Plague

　　43. Throughout that absurd life I lived, a dark atmosphere emanated from the depths of my future, traversing the years yet to come, rendering all that had been suggested to me indistinguishable in its importance, and the future no more real than my past. —The Complete Works of Camus

　　44. Even sitting in the dock, listening to so many people talk about me, is not without its interesting aspects. During the arguments between the prosecutor and my lawyer, I can say that both sides discussed me extensively, perhaps more about me than my crimes. But were their arguments truly so different? The lawyer raised his arm, admitting guilt but claiming mitigating circumstances; the prosecutor stretched out his hands, declaring me guilty and deeming it unforgivable. What vaguely unsettled me was the guilt itself. Though I was deeply troubled, I sometimes wanted to interject… my fate was in their hands. —The Stranger

　　44. Today's writer should not serve those who make history, but those who bear it. Otherwise, he will be alone and far removed from true art. No tyrant's millions of troops can save a writer from loneliness, especially when the writer is in step with them. On the contrary, the silence of an unknown prisoner, a prisoner abandoned and humiliated in another corner of the world, is enough to call a writer back from exile, even if the writer is in a favorable situation, as long as he does not forget this silence and expresses it in various ways through art. —The Glory of Writing

　　45. Truth gains vitality and is revealed in people.

　　46. What is a famous person? It is someone who no longer needs a name. The names of others have fixed meanings for the individual.

　　47. Being a plague patient is very tiring. But not wanting to be a plague patient is even more tiring. That's why everyone seems very tired. Because today everyone is somewhat infected with the plague. But precisely because of this, some who no longer wish to be plague sufferers feel utterly exhausted; for them, nothing but death can relieve this weariness. —The Plague

　　48. When people are lost, being full of energy is a waste of time. Let those who want to turn away from the world go. I do not complain, for I watched myself being born.
　　—Between Suffering and Sunshine
　　49. Revolution is an attempt to transform the world within the framework of a certain theory, acting according to ideological norms. The history of rebellion, even collective rebellion, is always a history of no return, a history of dark protests that involve neither institutions nor reason. Therefore, rebellion kills the Holy Spirit, while revolution destroys both people and principles. But for the same reason, we can say that revolution has never occurred in history. There will only be one revolution, and that is the final revolution. While waiting for success (if such success comes), human history is, in a sense, the sum total of successive rebellions.

　　50. Don't think of many things as so bad; after all, there is still sunshine to warm our bones. —From *The Paradox*

　　51. People can never change life; all lives are pretty much the same, and my life here doesn't bore me. Ideology has infiltrated the legal field, determining the attitudes and stances of judicial personnel, thereby controlling the operation of the legal machine.
　　—From *The Stranger*

　　52. There are two reasons for the sorrowful: either they lack knowledge, or they hold onto hope.