The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.
CESARE PAVESEA decision, an action, are infallible omens of what we shall do another time, not for any vague, mystic, astrological reason but because they result from an automatic reaction that will repeat itself.
More Cesare Pavese Quotes
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A man succeeds in completing a work only when his qualities transcend that work.
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All sins have their origin in a sense of inferiority otherwise called ambition.
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The only way to escape the abyss is to look at it, gauge it, sound it out and descend into it.
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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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When writing poetry, it is not that produces a bright idea, but the bright idea that kindles the fire of.
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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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A consoling thought: what matters is not what we do, but the spirit in which we do it. Others suffer too; so much so that there is nothing in the world but suffering; the problem is simply to keep a clear conscience.
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We care so little of other people than even Christianity urges us to do good for the love of God.
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Living is like working out a long addition sum, and if you make a mistake in the first two totals you will never find the right answer. It means involving oneself in a complicated chain of circumstances.
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There is something indecent in words .
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Love is desire for knowledge.
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I spent the whole evening sitting before a mirror to keep myself company.
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All our “most sacred affections ” are merely prosaic habit.
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We do not free ourselves from something by avoiding it, but only by living though it.
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The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
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