Suicides are timid murderers. Masochism instead of Sadism.
CESARE PAVESEThe 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.
More Cesare Pavese Quotes
-
-
A corpse is what’s left after waking too often.
CESARE PAVESE -
A man succeeds in completing a work only when his qualities transcend that work.
CESARE PAVESE -
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.
CESARE PAVESE -
We never remember days, only moments.
CESARE PAVESE -
If it is true that one gets used to suffering, how is it that as the years go one always suffers more? No, they are not mad, those people who amuse themselves, enjoy life, travel, make love, fight they are not mad. We should like to do the same ourselves.
CESARE PAVESE -
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.
CESARE PAVESE -
The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
CESARE PAVESE -
Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.
CESARE PAVESE -
What is to come will emerge only after long suffering, long silence.
CESARE PAVESE -
In general, the man who is readily disposed to sacrifice himself is one who does not know how else to give meaning to his life. The profession of enthusiasm is the most sickening of all insincerities.
CESARE PAVESE -
We do not free ourselves from something by avoiding it, but only by living though it.
CESARE PAVESE -
All our “most sacred affections ” are merely prosaic habit.
CESARE PAVESE -
Give me the ready hand rather than the ready tongue.
CESARE PAVESE -
You cannot insult a man more atrociously than by refusing to believe he is suffering .
CESARE PAVESE -
Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one’s own pleasure is shared.
CESARE PAVESE