The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.
CESARE PAVESEThe cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.
CESARE PAVESEI spent the whole evening sitting before a mirror to keep myself company.
CESARE PAVESELessons are not given, they are taken.
CESARE PAVESEIt’s pointless to cry. One is born and dies alone.
CESARE PAVESEOne does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love – any love – reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.
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.
CESARE PAVESEWe want Realism’s wealth of experience and Symbolism’s depth of feeling. All art is a problem of balance between two opposites.
CESARE PAVESEBecause, to despise money, one must have plenty of it.
CESARE PAVESEWe like to have work to do, so as to have the right to rest.
CESARE PAVESEIt is not that things happen to each of us according to his fate, but that he interprets what has happened, if he has power to do so, according to his sense of his own destiny.
CESARE PAVESEWhy does a man who is truly in love insist that this relationship must continue and be “lifelong”? Because life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic. Who would want to wake up halfway through an operation?
CESARE PAVESEWriting is a fine thing, because it combines the two pleasures of talking to yourself and talking to a crowd.
CESARE PAVESEThe real affliction of old age is remorse.
CESARE PAVESEOne stops being a child when one realizes that telling one’s trouble does not make it any better.
CESARE PAVESEThe 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 PAVESEWe commit two wrongs when we fail to right a wrong.
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