christineharrypersad:

Illustration for The Stranger by Albert Camus; Silkscreen.

booksactually:

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” 

– Albert Camus (b. 7 November 1913 - 4 January 1960)

(via interwar)

As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate.

albert-camus:

The only effort of my life, the rest having been given to me, and largely (except for my wealth, to which I am indifferent) : is to live the life of a normal man. I didn’t want to be a man of the abyss. This overwhelming effort was useless. Little by little, instead of succeeding more and more in my endeavor, I see the abyss approaching. 

Albert Camus,

cinemamonamour:

Nine favourite pictures of Albert Camus with his family

Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.

Mostly, I could tell, I made him feel uncomfortable. He didn’t understand me, and he was sort of holding it against me. I felt the urge to reassure him that I was like everybody else, just like everybody else. But really there wasn’t much point, and I gave up the idea out of laziness.