One 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 PAVESELove is desire for knowledge.
More Cesare Pavese Quotes
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You don’t remember days, you remember moments.
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We commit two wrongs when we fail to right a wrong.
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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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We can all do good deeds, but very few of us can think good thoughts.
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There 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.
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What world lies beyond that stormy sea I do not know, but every ocean has a distant shore, and I shall reach it.
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When you dream, you are an author, but you do not know how it will end.
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You’ve got to understand life, understand it when you’re young.
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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.
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The search for a new personality is futile; what is fruitful is the interest the old personality can take in new activities.
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Those philosophers who believe in the absolute logic of truth have never had to discuss it on close terms with a woman.
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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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I spent the whole evening sitting before a mirror to keep myself company.
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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.
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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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