The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
CESARE PAVESEWe commit two wrongs when we fail to right a wrong.
More Cesare Pavese Quotes
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There is something indecent in words .
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The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.
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But the real, tremendous truth is this: suffering serves no purpose whatever.
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Writing is a fine thing, because it combines the two pleasures of talking to yourself and talking to a crowd.
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A corpse is what’s left after waking too often.
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Woman gives herself as a prize to the weak and as a prop to the strong and no man ever has what he should.
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Artists are the monks of the bourgeois state.
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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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A love thought: I love you so much that I could wish I had been born your brother, or had brought you into the world myself.
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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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In general, the man who is readily disposed to sacrifice himself is one who does not know how else to give meaning to his life. The profession of enthusiasm is the most sickening of all insincerities.
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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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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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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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All our “most sacred affections ” are merely prosaic habit.
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