Love has the faculty of making two lovers seem naked, not in each other’s sight, but in their own.
CESARE PAVESELove is the cheapest of religions.
More Cesare Pavese Quotes
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The whole problem of life, then, is this: how to break out of one’s own loneliness, how to communicate with others.
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I thought of how many places there are in the world that belong in this way to someone, who has it in his blood beyond anyone else’s understanding.
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Living is like working out a long addition sum, and if you make a mistake in the first two totals you will never find the right answer. It means involving oneself in a complicated chain of circumstances.
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All our “most sacred affections ” are merely prosaic habit.
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All sins have their origin in a sense of inferiority otherwise called ambition.
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Life is not a search for experience, but for ourselves. Having discovered our own fundamental level we realize that it conforms to our own destiny and we find peace.
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What we desire is not to possess a woman, but to be the only one to possess her.
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For women, history does not exist. Murasaki, Sappho, and Madame Lafayette might be their own contemporaries.
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It is not the actual enjoyment of pleasure that we desire. What we want is to test the futility of that pleasure, so as to be no longer obsessed by it.
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The only way to escape the abyss is to look at it, gauge it, sound it out and descend into it.
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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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The only joy in the world is to begin. It is good to be alive because living is beginning, always, every moment.
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Many men on the point of an edifying death would be furious if they were suddenly restored to health.
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We like to have work to do, so as to have the right to rest.
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There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery.
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