Ser diferente no es ni bueno ni malo, simplemente significa que tienes el suficiente coraje para ser tu mismo.
I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't.
// Albert Camus, The Outsider
Albert Camus and Mette Ivers, a Danish painter, who was the last love of his life. In February 1957, at the Café de Flore in Paris, she met Albert Camus, and eventually became one of his mistresses. She remained anonymous for a long time until Olivier Todd called her “Mi” in his 1996 biography Albert Camus: A Life.
Anyone else haunted by the conflict that comes from living a life?
Midnight in Paris (Woody Allen) / Keaton Henson / Oscar Wilde (?) / Sweet and bitter magic (Tooley) / Albert Camus / Dead poets society ( Peter Weir) / Lost in Translation (Sofia Coppola) / The Catcher in the Rye (Salinger) / Bukowski / Mahmoud Darwish / Maggie Stiefvater / The Secret History (Tartt) / Sylvia Plath/ Inside (Bo Burnham) / Midnight in Paris / Doc Luben / V.E. Schwab / 500 days of Summer (Marc Webb) / Nora Sakavic / Nora Sakavic / V.E. Schwab / Holly Black / Nora Sakavic / Maggie Stiefvater / Kafka / I was born for this (Alice Oseman) / V.E. Schwab / The starless sea (Erin Morgenstern ) / The starless sea / The starless sea / Dead poets society / Steve McCurry
(thanks to everyone who edited everything, I'm sorry I can't find you and credit your work to you)
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.
“There are those who are made for living and those who are made for loving. At least Don Juan would he inclined to say so. But he would do so in a very few words such as he is capable of choosing. For the love we are speaking of here is clothed in illusions of the eternal. As all the specialists in passion teach us, there is no eternal love but what is thwarted. There is scarcely any passion without struggle. Such a love culminates only in the ultimate contradiction of death. One must be Werther or nothing. There, too, there are several ways of committing suicide, one of which is the total gift and forgetfulness of self. Don Juan, as well as anyone else, knows that this can be stirring. But he is one of the very few who know that this is not the important thing. He knows just as well that those who turn away from all personal life through a great love enrich themselves perhaps but certainly impoverish those their love has chosen. A mother or a passionate wife necessarily has a closed heart, for it is turned away from the world. A single emotion, a single creature, a single face, but all is devoured. Quite a different love disturbs Don Juan, and this one is liberating. It brings with it all the faces in the world, and its tremor comes from the fact that it knows itself to be mortal. Don Juan has chosen to be nothing.”
Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus
. . . the lovely warmth that reigned over my childhood freed me from all resentment. I lived on almost nothing, but also in a kind of rapture. I felt infinite strengths within me: all I had to do was find a way to use them. It was not poverty that got in my way: in Africa, the sun and the sea cost nothing. The obstacle lay rather in prejudices or stupidity. These gave me every opportunity to develop a “Castilian pride” that has done me much harm [...] I tried in vain to correct, until I realized that there is a fatality in human natures. It seemed better to accept my pride and try to make use of it, rather than give myself, as Chamfort would put it, principles stronger than my character.
Albert Camus · "Preface." The Wrong Side and the Right Side (1937)
― Albert Camus
― Albert Camus
Albert Camus, 1947