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.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the paradox of seeking validation from others even in the face of despair.
In this quote, Albert Camus explores the complexity of human emotions, particularly the strange desire for recognition and connection even in the most dire circumstances, such as an execution. It suggests that even in moments of hopelessness, the presence and acknowledgment of others can provide a sense of belonging, highlighting the interplay between isolation and the longing for social affirmation.
In practice
During a lecture on existentialism, one might refer to this quote to illustrate the search for meaning.
The Poor Man whom everyone speaks of, the Poor Man whom everyone pities, one of the repulsive Poor from whom charitable souls keep their distance, he has still said nothing. Or, rather, he has spoken through the voice of Victor Hugo, Zola, Richepin. At least, they said so. And these shameful impostures fed their authors. Cruel irony, the Poor Man tormented with hunger feeds those who plead his case.
The certainty of a God giving meaning to life far surpasses in attractiveness the ability to behave badly with impunity. The choice would not be hard to make. But there is no choice and that is where the bitterness comes in. The absurd does not liberate; it binds.
Between history and the eternal I have chosen history because I like certainties. Of it, at least, I am certain, and how can I deny this force crushing me.
Don't wait for the last judgment - it takes place every day.
A single sentence will suffice for modern man. He fornicated and read the papers. After that vigorous definition, the subject will be, if I may say so, exhausted.
At times I feel myself overtaken by an immense tenderness for these people around me who live in the same century.
Beneath the makeup and behind the smile I am just a girl who wishes for the world.
The personal vocabulary, the individual melody whose metre is one's biography, joins in that sound, with any luck, and the body moves like a walking, a waking island.
Every bird which flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw.
A banker warned the British poet Robert Graves that one could not grow rich writing poetry. He replied that if there was no money in poetry, there was certainly no poetry in money, and so it was all even.
To give one's life is a right only when one gives it unselfishly.
I distrust the incommunicable; it is the source of all violence
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