When you dream, you are an author, but you do not know how it will end.
CESARE PAVESEThere comes a day when, for someone who has persecuted us, we feel only indifference, a weariness at his stupidity. Then we forgive him.
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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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I thought of how many places there are in the world that belong in this way to someone, who has it in his blood beyond anyone else’s understanding.
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But the real, tremendous truth is this: suffering serves no purpose whatever.
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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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From someone who doesn’t want to share your destiny, you should neither accept a cigarette.
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Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.
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The search for a new personality is futile; what is fruitful is the interest the old personality can take in new activities.
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Here’s the difficulty about suicide: it is an act of ambition that can be committed only when one has passed beyond ambition.
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We commit two wrongs when we fail to right a wrong.
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I am the captain of my destiny, I do not abandon the ship in hard times, But, I do have sense enough not to go down with the ship.
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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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You’ve got to understand life, understand it when you’re young.
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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 dream is a creation of the intelligence, the creator being present but not knowing how it will end.
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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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