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Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus
Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus
“I’ve never really had much of an imagination. But still I would try to picture the exact moment when the beating of my heart would no longer be going on inside my head.”
Albert Camus - The Stranger
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“ Ve ben anılarımla başbaşaydım o şehrin sokaklarında. Bir akşam vakti, yorucu bir günün bitiminde kendimi Akdeniz'in ılık sularına bıraktım ve Camus'nün Veba‘dadile geitrdiği o unutulmaz deneyi anımsadım, Rieux'nün Tarrou'yla birlikte paylaştığı o sonsuzluk anını yaşayabilmeyi denedim.”
Mario Levi- Bir Şehre Gİdememek
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Can we ever truly be free? And what does it mean to really be free anyway? To be completely free, we could simply say, is to be able to act however we wish to, without any restraints blocking our ability to act and think in accordance with our volition. Taking this as ultimate, pure freedom, we must ask what exactly stops ultimate freedom from being ours. The first thing which we must accept is…
Ischia, June 2019
At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman.
Albert Camus
Un temps viendra où malgré toutes les douleurs nous serons légers, joyeux et véridiques.
© Albert Camus à Maria Casarès
Ph. Kristen Rickert
Albert Camus. Shouting is not an argument, denunciation and diffamation an act of treachery to the truth.
The true work of art is the one which says least. There is a certain relationship between the global experience of an artist, his thought and his life, and the work reflecting this experience. This relationship is wrong when the work gives the whole of this experience surrounded by a fringe of literature. It is right when the work of art is a section cut out of his experience, the facet of a diamond in which the gem’s inner luster is reflected but not exhausted. In the first case, there is exaggeration, and literature. In the second case a work which is fruitful because of a whole implied content of experience whose wealth is not directly expressed.
—Albert Camus
En medio del odio, descubrí que había, dentro de mí, un amor invencible. En medio de lágrimas, descubrí que había, dentro de mí, una sonrisa invencible. En medio del caos, descubrí que había, dentro de mí, una calma invencible. Me di cuenta, a pesar de todo eso… En medio del invierno, descubrí que había, dentro de mí, un verano invencible. Y eso me hace feliz. Porque esto dice que no importa lo duro que el mundo empuja contra mí; dentro de mí hay algo más fuerte, algo mejor, empujando de vuelta.
Albert Camus
“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer”
—Albert Camus
“I’m not in the right place - alas, I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I’m not in the right place.”
— Franz Kafka