For he who loses all often easily loses himself.
PRIMO LEVI
Human memory is a marvelous but fallacious instrument.
More Primo Levi Quotes
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For he who loses all often easily loses himself.
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In history and in life one sometimes seems to glimpse a ferocious law which states: to he that has, will be given; from he that has not, will be taken away.
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Rejection of human solidarity, obtuse and cynical indifference to the suffering of others, abdication of the intellect and of moral sense to the principle of authority, and above all, at the root of everything, a sweeping tide of cowardice, a colossal cowardice which masks itself as warring virtue, love of country and faith in an idea.
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The butterfly’s attractiveness derives not only from colors and symmetry: deeper motives contribute to it.
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It is the duty of righteous men to make war on all undeserved privilege, but one must not forget that this is a war without end.
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The aims of life are the best defense against death.
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We are those who, through prevarication, skill or luck, never touched bottom. Those who have, and who have seen the face of the Gorgon, did not return, or returned wordless.
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We are slaves, deprived of every right, exposed to every insult, condemned to certain death, but we still possess one power, and we must defend it with all our strength for it is the last – the power to refuse our consent.
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I too entered the Lager as a nonbeliever, and as a nonbeliever I was liberated and have lived to this day.
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If it is true that there is no greater sorrow than to remember a happy time in a state of misery, it is just as true that calling up a moment of anguish in a tranquil mood, seated quietly at one’s desk, is a source of profound satisfaction.
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If you and your child were going to be killed tomorrow, would you not give him to eat today?
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Is anything sadder than a trainThat leaves when it’s supposed to,That has only one voice,Only one route?There’s nothing sadder.Except perhaps a cart horse,Shut between two shaftsAnd unable even to look sideways.
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This cell belongs to a brain, and it is my brain, the brain of me who is writing; and the cell in question, and within it the atom in question, is in charge of my writing, in a gigantic minuscule game which nobody has yet described.
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I’m a libertine, but it’s not my specialty.
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Perhaps Kafka laughed when he told stories [. . . ] because one isn’t always equal to oneself.
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Our ignorance allowed us to live, as you are in the mountains, and your rope is frayed and about to break, but you don’t know it and feel safe.
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