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"lo que importa -dice Nietzsche- no es la vida eterna, es la vivacidad eterna"

"¿Por qué iba a ser menester amar pocas veces para amar mucho?"

"el error estriba en pensar que la cantidad de experiencias depende de las circunstancias de nuestra vida, siendo así que depende solo de nosotros. El mundo proporciona siempre la misma suma de experiencias a dos hombres que vivan el mismo número de años. A nosotros atañe tener conciencia de ellas. Sentir la propia vida, la rebelión, la libertad, y lo más posible, es vivir lo más posible"

"This is the month which ends a quarter of a century for me, lived under the shadow of fear: fear that I would fall short of some abstract perfection: I have often fought, fought & won, not perfection, but an acceptance of myself as having a right to live on my own human, fallible terms. Attitude is everything."

"I have this demon who wants me to run away screaming if I am going to be flawed, fallible. It wants me to think I'm so good I must be perfect. Or nothing. I am, on the contrary, something: a being who gets tired, has shyness to fight, has more trouble than most facing people easily. If I get through, kicking my demon down when it comes up, I'll be able to face life, instead of running from it the minute it hurts."

“To think the way you do,” he said smiling, “you have to be a man who lives either on a tremendous despair, or on a tremendous hope.”
"On both, perhaps.”

“You make the mistake of thinking you have to choose, that you have to do what you want, that there are conditions for happiness. What matters—all that matters, really—is the will to happiness, a kind of enormous, ever-present consciousness. The rest— art, success—is nothing but excuses. A canvas waiting for our embroideries.”

“Never give up, Catherine. You have so much inside you, and the noblest sense of happiness of all. Don’t just wait for a man to come along. That’s the mistake so many women make. Find your happiness in yourself.”

“On good days, if you trust life, life has to answer you.”

"If this night was in some fate, they marveled that it should be at once so carnal and so secret, that upon its countenance mingled both tears and the sun. And with pain and joy, their hearts learned to hear that double lesson which leads to a happy death."

"At the strange peace that filled him as he watched the evening suddenly freshening upon the sea, he realized that after this great tumult and this fury, what was dark and wrong within him was gone now. He understood he had pursued singlemindedly a happiness which in his heart he believed was impossible. He had played at wanting to be happy. Never had he sought happiness with a conscious and deliberate desire."

he stammered: “I loved her, I loved her,” and Mersault translated: “She loved me.” “She’s dead,” and Mersault understood: “I’m alone.”