Love has the faculty of making two lovers seem naked, not in each other’s sight, but in their own.
CESARE PAVESEIt 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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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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But the real, tremendous truth is this: suffering serves no purpose whatever.
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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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Lessons are not given, they are taken.
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Death is repose, but the thought of death disturbs all repose.
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What is to come will emerge only after long suffering, long silence.
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I spent the whole evening sitting before a mirror to keep myself company.
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Idleness makes hours pass slowly and years swiftly. Activity makes the hours short and the years long.
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But all years are stupid. It’s only when they’re over that they become interesting.
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The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies. The fearful thing about it is that, not knowing what truth may be, we can still recognize lies.
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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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We commit two wrongs when we fail to right a wrong.
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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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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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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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