“People don’t love each other at our age, Marthe—they please each other, that’s all. Later on, when you’re old and impotent, you can love someone. At our age, you just think you do. That’s all it is.”
—  Albert Camus, “A Happy Death.”

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“A craving for freedom and independence is generated only in a man still living on hope.”
—  Albert Camus, “A Happy Death.”

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“And it is always easier to be extravagant when you have nothing. Few indeed are those who continue to be openhanded after they have acquired the means for it.”
—  Albert Camus, “The First Man.”

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“To begin with, poor people’s memory is less nourished than that of the rich; it has fewer landmarks in space because they seldom leave the place where they live, and fewer reference points in time throughout lives that are gray and featureless. Of course there is the memory of the heart that they say is the surest kind, but the heart wears out with sorrow and labour, it forgets sooner under the weight of fatigue. Remembrance of things past is just for the rich. For the poor it only marks the faint traces on the path to death. And besides, in order to bear up well, one must not remember too much, but rather, stick close to the passing day, hour by hour.”
—  Albert Camus, “The First Man.”

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“Mother often use to say that you’re never altogether unhappy.”
—  Albert Camus,The Outsiders(L’Étranger) 

(I think there’s a whole lot of truth in that. All unhappiness has to begin from a form of happy or an absence or disconnection from a certain sort of happiness. In a way unhappiness can never shy away from happiness, they sustain each other and exist within one another.) 

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