Albert Camus Quotes

I would give all I possess to get out of myself; but somehow, at the end, I find myself so vastly more interesting than nine tenths of the people I meet.

When one is a stranger to oneself, then one is estranged from others, too.

No one knows what I am and really, I wonder if I do, at the end of the day.

Forever I shall be a stranger to myself. In psychology as in logic, there are truths but no truth.

For myself, I do not now know in any concrete human terms wherein my individuality consists. In my present human form of consciousness I simply cannot tell.

To every man in the world there is one person of whom he knows little: whom he would never recognize if he met him walking down the street, whose motives are a mystery to him. That is himself.

I stare at the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not.

Am I too fast, too facile? I do not know. I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me what I am.

I acknowledge that I have no idea who the hell I am, and I think that's the first step.

I came alone and I go as a stranger. I do not know who I am, nor what I have been doing.

Who am I? is the only question worth asking and the only one never answered.

I know myself," he cried, "but that is all-

Within our whole universe the story only has the authority to answer that cry of heart of its characters, that one cry of heart of each of them: "Who am I?"

I know myself a Man-- Which is a proud and yet a wretched thing.

Nobody knows who I am or what I do. Not even I. Don Juan Matus

Truly, nothing in the world has so occupied my thoughts as this I, this riddle, the fact I am alive, that I am separated and isolated from all others, that I am Siddhartha! And about nothing in the world do I know less about than me, about Siddhartha!

How can you spend hours every day trying in small ways to figure out who you are, then have a near-stranger give you a sentence of yourself that says it better than you ever could?

No matter where you go, you always see yourself in the rearview mirror.

I am infinitely strange to myself.

We exist for ourselves, perhaps, and at times we even have a glimmer of who we are, but in the end we can never be sure, and as our lives go on, we become more and more opaque to ourselves, more and more aware of our own incoherence. No one can cross the boundary into another – for the simple reason that no one can gain access to himself.

You can't put your finger on who I am. I can't put my finger on who I am.

A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. We can’t make ourselves want what’s good for us or what’s good for other people. We don’t get to choose the people we are.

In the last couple of years I've been facing down a lot of the demons of the past and trying to find out, who I am, It's something I think I'll be doing for the rest of my life.

You have to know who you are, if you don't you have nightmares.

I don't recognize my former self. Like I'm on the outside looking in at my life. Who is that guy?