Woman gives herself as a prize to the weak and as a prop to the strong and no man ever has what he should.
CESARE PAVESEWill power is only the tensile strength of one’s own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce.
More Cesare Pavese Quotes
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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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I spent the whole evening sitting before a mirror to keep myself company.
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It is stupid to grieve for the loss of a girl friend: you might never have met her, so you can do without her.
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To know the world, one must construct it.
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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 care so little of other people than even Christianity urges us to do good for the love of God.
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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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The only joy in the world is to begin.
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Love is the cheapest of religions.
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Death is repose, but the thought of death disturbs all repose.
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We commit two wrongs when we fail to right a wrong.
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The problems that agitate one generation are exstinguished for the next, not because they have been solved but because the general lack of interest sweeps them away.
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The world, the future, is now within you as your past, as experience, skill in technique, and the rich, everlasting mystery is found to be childish you that, at the time, you made no effort to possess.
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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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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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