By Albert Camus
I was born poor and without religion, under a happy sky, feeling harmony, not hostility, in nature. I began not by feeling torn, but in plenitude.
SIMILAR QUOTES
I think I’ll miss you forever, like the stars miss the sun in the morning skies.
The stars can only shine so brightly at night because you are asleep. When morning comes, you are the brightest star in my sky. Good morning my love.
Good morning, my love! The sky is cloudy, and I woke up next to you. This is the beginning of a perfect day.
Every morning, the sun says – “Wake up like me”, the sky says – “Aim high like me”, the wind says – “Freshen everybody like me”, and I say Good Morning.
Getting up in the morning is exciting because you are a part of my life. You are the light of my life and the sun in my sky.
The sun is up, the skies are blue, good morning my love I’ll be thinking about you.
This is a new day, and I want you to rise up with a new belief that you can touch the sky, and nothing can stop you. Have a great morning and enjoy the rest of the day.
Whether we believe in God or karma, ethics is the foundation of every religion.
Karma is my religion.
I’m an introvert… I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs, and looking at the trees, flowers, the sky.
Don’t ask her to be a rock for you to lean upon instead, build her wings and point her to the sky and she will teach you both to fly.
Our aim may be as high as the endless sky, but we should have a resolve in our minds to walk ahead, hand-in-hand for victory will be ours.
Poverty is multidimensional. It extends beyond money incomes to education, health care, political participation, and advancement of one’s own culture and social organization.
Ours is a multi-religious country, a multi-lingual country; we have many different modes of worship. We believe in peaceful and harmonious co-existence.
In Indonesia, Malaysia, wherever Muslims are living, they don’t want to live in harmony.
We are unnecessarily wasting our precious resources in wars… if we must wage war, we have to do it on unemployment, disease, poverty, and backwardness.
Religion is the masterpiece of the art of animal training, for it trains people as to how they shall think.
Poverty, the most fearful monster that ever drew breath.
In this case, the neurotic resembles a human being who looks up to God, commends himself to His ways, and then religiously awaits how the Lord will guide him; he is nailed to the cross of his fiction.
The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.
