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My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I don’t belong here.

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Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday, I don't know.

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Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep

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But what are a hundred million deaths? When one has served in a war, one hardly knows what a dead man is, after a while. And since a dead man has no s...more

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You are only excused for happiness and success if you generously agree to share them. But if one is to be happy, one should not worry too much about o...more

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Against eternal injustice, man must assert justice, and to protest against the universe of grief, he must create happiness.

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I knew a man who gave twenty years of his life to a scatterbrained woman, sacrificing everything to her, his friendships, his work, the very respectab...more

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It was in Spain that [my generation] learned that one can be right and yet be beaten, that force can vanquish spirit, that there are times when courag...more

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To create is to live twice.

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To be born to create, to love, to win at games is to be born to live in time of peace. But war teaches us to lose everything and become what we were n...more

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The misery and greatness of this world: it offers no truths, but only objects for love. Absurdity is king, but love saves us from it.

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You must realize that men make war as much with the enthusiasm of those who want it as with the despair of those who reject it with all their soul.

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How unbearable, for women, is the tenderness which a man can give them without love. For men, how bittersweet this is.

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I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.

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People can think only in images. If you want to be a philosopher, write novels.