Quote by Albert Camus

I knew a man who gave twenty years of his life to a scatterbrained woman, sacrificing everything to her, his friendships, his work, the very respectability of his life and who one evening recognized that he had never loved her. He had been bored, thats all, bored like most people. Hence he had made himself out of whole cloth a life full of complications and drama. Something must happen and that explains most human commitments. Something must happen even loveless slavery, even war or death.


I knew a man who gave twenty years of his life to a scatterb

Summary

This quote reflects the notion that people often find themselves in certain situations or relationships because they are seeking an escape from their own boredom. The man in the story sacrificed his time, relationships, and respectability for a woman he thought he loved, only to realize that it was merely a figment of his imagination. It suggests that humans are driven to seek out complexity and drama in their lives as a way of finding purpose or meaning, even if it means enduring loveless or imprisoning circumstances like war or death.

By Albert Camus
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