My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I — Albert Camus
Download Customize

My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I don’t belong here.

— Albert Camus
Pin Share Tweet Telegram
Topics
albert camus burden camus misunderstanding soul sun

More “Albert camus” Quotes

Don’t walk in front of me… I may not followDon’t walk behind me… I may not leadWalk beside me… just be my friend — Albert Camus
There are perhaps many causes worth dying for, but to me, certainly, there are none worth killing for. — Albert Dietrich, Army GI, Pacifist CO: The World War II Letters of Frank and Albert Dietrich
It is a great deal to fight while despising war, to accept losing everything while still preferring happiness, to face d — Albert Camus, Resistance, Rebellion and Death: Essays
We are fighting for the distinction between sacrifice and mysticism, between energy and violence, between strength and c — Albert Camus, Resistance, Rebellion and Death: Essays
I belong to a nation which for the past four years has begun to relive the course of her entire history and which is cal — Albert Camus, Resistance, Rebellion and Death: Essays
You were satisfied to serve the power of your nation and we dreamed of giving ours her truth. It was enough for you to s — Albert Camus, Resistance, Rebellion and Death: Essays
In raining bullets on those silent faces, already turned away from this world, you think you are disfiguring the face of — Albert Camus, Resistance, Rebellion and Death: Essays
The hopeless hope is what sustains us in difficult moments — our comrades will be more patient than the executioners and more numerous than the bullets.
…Having been, not only mutilated in our country, wounded in our very flesh, but also divested of our most beautiful imag — Albert Camus, Resistance, Rebellion and Death: Essays
This land on which so many centuries have left their mark is merely an obligatory retreat for you, whereas it has always — Albert Camus, Resistance, Rebellion and Death: Essays
For all those landscapes, those flowers and those plowed fields, the oldest of lands, show you every spring that there a — Albert Camus, Resistance, Rebellion and Death: Essays
You never believed in the meaning of this world, and you therefore deduced the idea that everything was equivalent and t — Albert Camus, Resistance, Rebellion and Death: Essays