One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide.
The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.
Don't wait for the last judgment - it takes place every day.
There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.
All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning.
Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.
I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy. All the rest — whether or not the world has three dimensions, whether the mind has nine or twelve categories — comes afterwards. These are games; one must first answer.
Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy.
At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face.
Great feelings take with them their own universe, splendid or abject.
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.
You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.
What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.
Man stands face to face with the irrational. He feels within him his longing for happiness and for reason. The absurd is born of this confrontation between the human need and the unreasonable silence of the world.
Like great works, deep feelings always mean more than they are conscious of saying.
For ever, I shall be a stranger to myself.
For if I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and to summarize it, it is nothing but water slipping through my fingers.
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