What world lies beyond that stormy sea I do not know, but every ocean has a distant shore, and I shall reach it.
CESARE PAVESEThe 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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You will hear words old and spent and useless like costumes left over from yesterday’s parties.
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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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Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
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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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We care so little of other people than even Christianity urges us to do good for the love of God.
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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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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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The only joy in the world is to begin.
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From someone who doesn’t want to share your destiny, you should neither accept a cigarette.
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The real affliction of old age is remorse.
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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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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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If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears.
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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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Writing is a fine thing, because it combines the two pleasures of talking to yourself and talking to a crowd.
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