Quote by Albert Camus

This was her finest role and the hardest one to play. Choosing between heaven and a ridiculous fidelity, preferring oneself to eternity or losing oneself in God is the age-old tragedy in which each must play his part.


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Summary

This quote reflects on the internal struggle faced by individuals when making difficult choices in life. The reference to a "finest role" suggests that the decision in question is significant and impactful. The phrase "heaven and a ridiculous fidelity" alludes to the conflict between personal desires and a sense of loyalty or commitment. Furthermore, it highlights the age-old tragedy of choosing between self-interest and a higher purpose or spiritual path. Ultimately, the quote suggests that each person must confront this dilemma and make a decision that aligns with their own values and beliefs.

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By Albert Camus
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