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.
CESARE PAVESEGreat 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.
More Cesare Pavese Quotes
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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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A corpse is what’s left after waking too often.
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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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Not believing in anything is also a religion .
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Perfect behaviour is born of complete indifference.
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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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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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Writing is a fine thing, because it combines the two pleasures of talking to yourself and talking to a crowd.
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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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Will power is only the tensile strength of one’s own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce.
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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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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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Give me the ready hand rather than the ready tongue.
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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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Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else’s body.
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