You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.
Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?
But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.
Life should be lived to the point of tears.
One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
To create is likewise to give a shape to one’s fate.
No human being, even the most passionately loved and passionately loving, is ever in our possession.
Thus each of us had to be content to live only for the day, alone under the vast indifference of the sky.
In every rebellion is to be found the metaphysical demand for unity, the impossibility of capturing it, and the construction of a substitute universe.
Metaphysical rebellion is a claim, motivated by the concept of a complete unity, against the suffering of life and death and a protest against the human condition both for its incompleteness, thanks to death, and its wastefulness, thanks to evil.
Real fulfillment, for the man who allows absolutely free rein to his desires, and who much dominate everything, lies in hatred.
The most elementary form of rebellion, paradoxically, expresses an aspiration for order .
What must be remembered in any case is that secret complicity that joins the logical and the everyday to the tragic.
No one who lives in the sunlight of gratitude that things aren’t worse makes a failure of his or her life.
But – I cannot make a choice. I have my own sorrow, but I suffer with him, too; I share his pain. I understand all – that is my trouble.
When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.
The literal meaning of life is whatever you’re doing that prevents you from killing yourself.
Don’t lies eventually lead to the truth? And don’t all my stories, true or false, tend toward the same conclusion? Don’t they all have the same meaning? So what does it matter whether they are true or false if, in both cases, they are significant of what I have been and what I am? Sometimes it is easier to see clearly into the liar than into the man who tells the truth. Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.
Believe me there is no such thing as great suffering, great regret, great memory... everything is forgotten, even a great love. That’s what’s sad about life, and also what’s wonderful about it. There is only a way of looking at things, a way that comes to you every once in a while. That’s why it’s good to have had love in your life after all, to have had an unhappy passion- it gives you an alibi for the vague despairs we all suffer from.
But the heart has its own memory and I have forgotten nothing.