A consoling thought: what matters is not what we do, but the spirit in which we do it. Others suffer too; so much so that there is nothing in the world but suffering; the problem is simply to keep a clear conscience.
CESARE PAVESEThe search for a new personality is futile; what is fruitful is the interest the old personality can take in new activities.
More Cesare Pavese Quotes
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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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What is to come will emerge only after long suffering, long silence.
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The man of action is not the headstrong fool who rushes into danger with no thought for himself, but the man who puts into practice the things he knows.
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Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.
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There is mercy for everyone, except those who are bored with life.
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But all years are stupid. It’s only when they’re over that they become interesting.
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Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.
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But the real, tremendous truth is this: suffering serves no purpose whatever.
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One must look for one thing only, to find many.
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Why does a man who is truly in love insist that this relationship must continue and be “lifelong”? Because life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic. Who would want to wake up halfway through an operation?
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You will hear words old and spent and useless like costumes left over from yesterday’s parties.
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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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All sins have their origin in a sense of inferiority otherwise called ambition.
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We want Realism’s wealth of experience and Symbolism’s depth of feeling. All art is a problem of balance between two opposites.
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The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
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