There comes a day when, for someone who has persecuted us, we feel only indifference, a weariness at his stupidity. Then we forgive him.
CESARE PAVESEThe only reason why we are always thinking of our own ego is that we have to live with it more continuously than with anyone else’s.
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But the real, tremendous truth is this: suffering serves no purpose whatever.
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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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Great lovers will always be unhappy, because, for them, love is of supreme importance. Consequently they demand of their beloved the same intensity of thought as they have for her, otherwise they feel betrayed.
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The real affliction of old age is remorse.
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Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one’s own pleasure is shared.
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We care so little of other people than even Christianity urges us to do good for the love of God.
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I spent the whole evening sitting before a mirror to keep myself company.
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No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.
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There is mercy for everyone, except those who are bored with life.
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There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery.
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The face of the night will be an old wound that reopens each evening, impassive and living. The distant silence will ache like a soul, mute, in the dark. We’ll speak to the night as it’s whispering softly.
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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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To avenge a wrong done to you, is to rob yourself of the comfort of crying out against the injustice of it.
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The only reason why we are always thinking of our own ego is that we have to live with it more continuously than with anyone else’s.
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The man who cannot live with charity, sharing other men’s pain, is punished by feeling his own with intolerable anguish.
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