Jeanne

“It could be only the record of what had had to be done, and what assuredly would have to be done again in the never ending fight against terror and its relentless onslaughts, despite their personal afflictions, by all who, while unable to be saints but refusing to bow down to pestilences, strive their utmost to be healers.”
― Albert Camus, The Plague

“of us ate the same sour bread of exile, unconsciously waiting for the same reunion, the same miracle of peace regained. No doubt our love persisted, but in practice it served nothing; it was an inert mass within us, sterile as crime or a life sentence”
― Albert Camus, The Plague

“Moreover, in this extremity of solitude none could count on any help from his neighbor; each had to bear the load of his troubles alone.”
― Albert Camus, The Plague

“On the previous night his mother, when handing him a telegram from his wife, had remarked that his hands were shaking.
"Yes," he said. "But it's only a matter of sticking to it, and my nerves will steady down, you'll see.”
― Albert Camus, The Plague