You don’t remember days, you remember moments.
CESARE PAVESEWe care so little of other people than even Christianity urges us to do good for the love of God.
More Cesare Pavese Quotes
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All our “most sacred affections ” are merely prosaic habit.
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One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one’s trouble does not make it any better.
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Misfortunes cannot suffice to make a fool into an intelligent man.
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It is not that things happen to each of us according to his fate, but that he interprets what has happened, if he has power to do so, according to his sense of his own destiny.
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Idleness makes hours pass slowly and years swiftly. Activity makes the hours short and the years long.
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There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery.
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What world lies beyond that stormy sea I do not know, but every ocean has a distant shore, and I shall reach it.
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The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies. The fearful thing about it is that, not knowing what truth may be, we can still recognize lies.
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Suicides are timid murderers. Masochism instead of Sadism.
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For women, history does not exist. Murasaki, Sappho, and Madame Lafayette might be their own contemporaries.
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If it is true that one gets used to suffering, how is it that as the years go one always suffers more? No, they are not mad, those people who amuse themselves, enjoy life, travel, make love, fight they are not mad. We should like to do the same ourselves.
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But here’s the worst part: the trick to life lies in hiding from those we hold most dear how much they mean to is; if not, we’d lose them.
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Give me the ready hand rather than the ready tongue.
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Human imagination is immensely poorer than reality.
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One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love – any love – reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.
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