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“And then we realized that the separation was destined to continue, we had no choice but to come to terms with the days ahead. In short, we returned to our prison-house, we had nothing left us but the past, and even if some were tempted to live in the future, they had speedily to abandon the idea –anyhow, as soon as could be– once they felt the wounds that the imagination inflicts on those who yield themselves to it.”

Quote by Albert Camus

Book:The Plague
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The Plague

Albert Camus' classic work delves into the human condition during a devastating epidemic, examining themes of hope, despair, and the struggle for meaning in the face of tragedy. more

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Albert Camus
Albert Camus

Albert Camus was a French author and philosopher, born on November 7, 1913, and died on January 4, 1960. Known for his unique existentialist philosophy and profound insights into human suffering, Camus' works include 'The Stranger', 'The Plague', and 'The Myth of Sisyphus', which have had a profound impact on 20th-century literature. more

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