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“From the moment that man believes neither in God nor in immortal life, he becomes 'responsible for everything alive, for everything that, born of suffering, is condemned to suffer from life.' It is he, and he alone, who must discover law and order. Then the time of exile begins, the endless search for justification, the aimless nostalgia, 'the most painful, the most heartbreaking question, that of the heart which asks itself: where can I feel at home?”
― The Rebel
― The Rebel
“Yeah, but is the spark there?'
How was I supposed to know that? What the fuck was the spark? What did the spark even feel like?”
― Loveless
How was I supposed to know that? What the fuck was the spark? What did the spark even feel like?”
― Loveless
“Like our soul, our humanity is both innate and elusive. Its existence is a truism, eluding positive proof. We may only witness it in its absence. We may only experience it when we feel it slipping away. So it was for Camus in "The Human Crisis", when he shared four stark parables to convey the absence of humanity, the mortal threat to our souls, the unseen bacillus whose presence we nonetheless sense.”
― Albert Camus and the Human Crisis
― Albert Camus and the Human Crisis
“The evil in the world comes almost always from ignorance, and goodwill can cause as much damage as ill-will if it is not enlightened. People are more often good than bad, though in fact that is not the question. But they are more or less ignorant and this is what one calls vice or virtue, the most appalling vice being the ignorance that thinks it knows everything and which consequently authorizes itself to kill. The murderer's soul is blind, and there is no true goodness or fine love without the greatest possible degree of clear-sightedness.”
― The Plague
― The Plague
“In the end, that was the problem with romance. It was so easy to romanticise romance because it was everywhere. It was in music and on TV and in filtered Instagram photos. It was in the air, crisp and alive with fresh possibility. It was in falling leaves, crumbling wooden doorways, scuffed cobblestones and fields of dandelions. It was in the touch of hands, scrawled letters, crumpled sheets and the golden hour. A soft yawn, early morning laugher, shoes lined up together dy the door. Eyes across a dance floor. I could see it all, all the time, all around, but when I got closer, I found nothing was there.”
― Loveless
― Loveless
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