#su

If I convince myself that this life has no other aspect than that of the absurd, if I feel that its whole equilibrium depends on that perpetual opposition between my conscious revolt and the darkness in which it struggles, if I admit that my freedom has no meaning except in relation to its limited fate, then I must say that what counts is not the best living but the most living. ↗

— Albert Camus

#freedom #living #freedom

If we knew how to find the lost, we would know how to rediscover the parts of our minds left behind in battle. ↗

— Margarita Engle

#poetry #the-surrender-tree #war #freedom

The truth was always the truth, but until I knew the truth for myself, I couldn't be free. ↗

— Shelley Hendrix

#freedom #jesus #scripture #the-truth-will-set-you-free #truth

Here is the paradox of the thing we call freedom: the farther we wander from God and the more we try to break free from him, the more enchained we become. Every step we take away from Him leads us farther from the freedom of Jesus and closer to the cruelty of Cain. ↗

— Steven James

#cruelty #freedom #god #jesus #paradox

Knowing whether or not man is free involves knowing whether he can have a master. The absurdity peculiar to this problem comes from the fact that the very notion that makes the problem of freedom possible also takes away all its meaning. For in the presence of God there is less a problem of freedom than a problem of evil. You know the alternative: either we are not free and God the all-powerful is responsible for evil. Or we are free and responsible but God is not all powerful. All the scholastic subtleties have neither added anything to nor subtracted anything from the acuteness of this paradox. ↗

— Albert Camus

#freedom #god #freedom

Men are never convinced of your reasons, of your sincerity, of the seriousness of your sufferings, except by your death. So long as you are alive, your case is doubtful; you have a right only to their skepticism. ↗

— Albert Camus

#skepticism #suffering #death

But there was a monster lurking in the deepest, blackest corners of his soul. An angry, slathering, vengeful beast, who had a mouth full of butcher knives and a tongue that dripped acid. A monster who ached for freedom. A monster that longed to flay the very soul from his victims, that monster was called the Darkrider. ↗

— Michael B. Patterson

#supernatural #freedom

Death cannot stop true love. That’s why it’s pointless for me to try to murder all my adoring female fans. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#adore #adoring #adulation #death #delusion

Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#grief #loss #mourning #suffering #death

I was tired of pretending that I was someone else just to get along with people, just for the sake of having friendships. ↗

— Kurt Cobain

#facade #friendship #genuine #kurt-cobain #shallow