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.
CESARE PAVESEIt had to happen to you, to concentrate your whole life on one point, and then discover that you can do anything except live at that point.
More Cesare Pavese Quotes
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Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one’s own pleasure is shared.
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The only joy in the world is to begin. It is good to be alive because living is beginning, always, every moment.
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The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
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A man succeeds in completing a work only when his qualities transcend that work.
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But here’s the worst part: the trick to life lies in hiding from those we hold most dear how much they mean to is; if not, we’d lose them.
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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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We must never say, even in fun, that we are disheartened, because someone might take us at our word.
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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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The whole problem of life, then, is this: how to break out of one’s own loneliness, how to communicate with others.
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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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Life without smoking is like the smoke without the roast.
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Nowadays, suicide is just a way of disappearing. It is carried out timidly, quietly, and falls flat. It is no longer an action, only a submission.
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What is to come will emerge only after long suffering, long silence.
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The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.
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All our “most sacred affections ” are merely prosaic habit.
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