She was waiting, but she didn't know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.
Albert CamusI have never been able, really, to regret anything in all my life. I have always been far much too absorbed in the present moment or the immediate future to think back.
Albert CamusIn the vast reaches of the dry, cold night, thousands of stars were constantly appearing, and their sparkling icicles, loosened at once, began to slip gradually toward the horizon.
Albert Camus