Thoughts of suicide have got me through many a bad night.
Alone also with the horizon. The waves come from the invisible East, patiently, one by one; they reach us, and then, patiently, set off again for the unknown West, one by one. A long voyage, with no beginning and no end....
And indeed it could be said that once the faintest stirring of hope became possible, the dominion of plague was ended.
I draw from the Absurd three consequences: my revolt, my liberty, my passion.
What am I doing here, what is the point of these smiles and gestures? My home is neither here nor elsewhere. And the world has become merely unknown landscape where my heart can lean on nothing. Foreign - who can know what this word means?
The principle can be established that for a man who does not cheat, what he believes to be true must determine his action. Belief in the absurdity of existence must then dictate his conduct.
I longed to be forgotten in order to be able to complain to myself.
As I usually do when I want to get rid of someone whose conversation bores me, I pretended to agree.
Everybody knows that pestilences have a way of recurring in the world; yet somehow we find it hard to believe in ones that crash down on our heads from a blue sky. There have been as many plagues as wars in history; yet always plagues and wars take people equally by surprise.
There's the risk of being loved...and that would keep me from being happy.
You make the mistake of thinking you have to choose, that you have to do what you want, that there are conditions for happiness. What matters—all that matters, really—is the will to happiness, a kind of enormous, ever-present consciousness. The rest—women, art, success—is nothing but excuses. A canvas waiting for our embroideries.
We don't have time to be ourselves. We only have time to be happy.