In Oran, as elsewhere, for want of time and thought, people have to love one another without knowing it.
Interpretation
People often love each other without truly understanding their feelings or connections.
This quote by Albert Camus reflects on the nature of love in society, suggesting that due to the fast pace of life and a lack of reflection, individuals can develop deep feelings for one another without fully grasping the essence of those emotions. It highlights a common reality where relationships may exist on a superficial level, devoid of the necessary time and thought that would lead to a deeper understanding and appreciation of one another.
In practice
During a speech about the importance of relationships, this quote can be used to emphasize the need for deeper connections.
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.
What is fundamentally beautiful is compassion: for yourself and for those around you.
There is always some madness in love.
the instant he knew he loved her, she slipped down his body and out of his arms
Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.
Old hands soil, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon.
However old a conjugal union, it still garners some sweetness. Winter has some cloudless days, and under the snow a few flowers still bloom.
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