What we desire is not to possess a woman, but to be the only one to possess her.
CESARE PAVESEThere 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.
More Cesare Pavese Quotes
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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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The only joy in the world is to begin.
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But the real, tremendous truth is this: suffering serves no purpose whatever.
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One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one’s trouble does not make it any better.
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A man succeeds in completing a work only when his qualities transcend that work.
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There 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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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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A man is never completely alone in this world. At the worst, he has the company of a boy, a youth, and by and by a grown man – the one he used to be.
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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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Things are revealed through the memories we have of them. Remembering a thing means seeing it only then for the first time.
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Give me the ready hand rather than the ready tongue.
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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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All sins have their origin in a sense of inferiority otherwise called ambition.
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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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It’s pointless to cry. One is born and dies alone.
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