For the first time in a long time I thought about Maman. I felt as if I understood why at the end of her life she had taken a 'fiancรฉ,' why she had played at beginning again. Even there, in that home where lives were fading out, evening was a kind of wistful respite. So close to death, Maman must have felt free then and ready to live it all again. Nobody, nobody had the right to cry over her. And I felt ready to live it all again too.
Albert CamusI knew that I had shattered the harmony of the day, the exceptional silence of a beach where I'd been happy. Then I fired four more times at the motionless body where the bullets lodged without leaving a trace. And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness.
Albert CamusThere is nothing abstract about pain. It is specific, it is real, and, when it is intense, it is world destroying.
Albert CamusFor the first time in a long time I thought about Maman. I felt as if I understood why at the end of her life she had taken a 'fiancรฉ,' why she had played at beginning again. Even there, in that home where lives were fading out, evening was a kind of wistful respite. So close to death, Maman must have felt free then and ready to live it all again. Nobody, nobody had the right to cry over her. And I felt ready to live it all again too.
Albert Camus