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Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one’s own pleasure is shared.

Cesare Pavese

It’s pointless to cry. One is born and dies alone.
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Alone Born Cry Death Point
But all years are stupid. It’s only when they’re over that they become interesting.
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Interest Lost Stupidity Time Wisdom
Love is desire for knowledge.
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Desire Knowledge Love One Liner
Suicides are timid murderers. Masochism instead of Sadism.
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Character Nature Suicide
Idleness makes hours pass slowly and years swiftly. Activity makes the hours short and the years long.
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Activity Time
The act the act must not be a revenge. It must be a calm, weary renunciation, a closing of accounts, a private, rhythmic deed. The last remark.
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Account Act Private Remark Revenge Yourself
Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
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Enjoyment Life Love Pain
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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Action Destiny Fate Himself Reaction
If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears.
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Fear Jealous Light Selfish Travel Yourself
One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one’s trouble does not make it any better.
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Better Children Oneself Stop Trouble
The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.
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Art Believe Live Lying
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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Descend Escape Sound
There is no finer revenge than that which others inflict on your enemy. Moreover, it has the advantage of leaving you the role of a generous man.
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Enemy Generosity Man Revenge Yourself
We do not free ourselves from something by avoiding it, but only by living though it.
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Avoid Freedom Live Ourselves
Give me the ready hand rather than the ready tongue.
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Hands Mouth Ready Willing
The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.
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Beginning Heart Night Suffering

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