Quotes from Albert Camus

It is in the thick of calamity that one gets hardened to the truth - in other words, to silence.

Every time I hear a political speech or I read those of our leaders, I am horrified at having, for years, heard nothing which sounded human. It is always the same words telling the same lies.

Truth is not a virtue, but a passion. It is never charitable.

We call first truths those we discover after all the others.

The truth, as the light, makes blind.

A liking for truth at any cost is a passion that spares nothing and that nothing resists. It's a vice, at times a comfort, or a selfishness.

Truth and freedom, having few lovers, are demanding mistresses.

From the evening breeze to this hand on my shoulder, everything has its truth.

Lying is not only saying what isn't true. It is also, in fact especially, saying more than is true, and, in the case of the human heart, saying more than one feels.

For there is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving.

Something must happen; that is the reason for most human relationships. Something must happen; even servitude in love, in war, ordeath.

Some are created to love, while the others - to live.

At times I feel myself overtaken by an immense tenderness for these people around me who live in the same century.

Have pity, Lord, on those who love and are separated.

Am well. Thinking of you always. Love

No, Father, I've a very different idea of love. And until my dying day I shall refuse to love a scheme of things in which children are put to torture.

I have not stopped loving that which is sacred in this world.

Some cry: 'Love me!!' Others: 'Don't love me!!' But a certain genus, the worst and most unhappy, cries: 'Don't love me and be faithful to me!!'

The end of their passion consists of loving uselessly at the moment when it is pointless.

[Love] is the type of disease that spares neither the intelligent nor the idiotic.

Betrayal answers betrayal, the mask of love is answered by the disappearance of love.

Why must one love rarely to love well?

When love ceases to be tragic it is something else and the individual again throws himself in search of tragedy.

Those who love, friends and lovers, know that love is not only a blinding flash, but also a long and painful struggle in the darkness for the realization of definitive recognition and reconciliation.