Cesare Pavese Quotes
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A love thought: I love you so much that I could wish I had been born your brother, or had brought you into the world myself.
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It 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.
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Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.
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But the real, tremendous truth is this: suffering serves no purpose whatever.
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A corpse is what's left after waking too often.
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The world, the future, is now within you as your past, as experience, skill in technique, and the rich, everlasting mystery is found to be childish you that, at the time, you made no effort to possess.
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Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will...
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We do not free ourselves from something by avoiding it, but only by living though it.
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Generations do not age. Every youth of any period, any civilization, has the same possibilities as always.
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Here's the difficulty about suicide: it is an act of ambition that can be committed only when one has passed beyond ambition.
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There is only one pleasure - that of being alive. All the rest is misery.
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Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.
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The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies. The fearful thing about it is that, not knowing what truth may be, we can still recognize lies.
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When writing poetry, it is not that produces a bright idea, but the bright idea that kindles the fire of.
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All our "most sacred affections " are merely prosaic habit.
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When you dream, you are an author, but you do not know how it will end.
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Not believing in anything is also a religion.
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What is to come will emerge only after long suffering, long silence.
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He knows not his own strength that hath not met adversity.
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We like to have work to do, so as to have the right to rest.
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I've discovered nothing. but do you remember how much we talked when we were boys? We talked just for the fun of it. We knew very well it was only talk, but still we enjoyed it.
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The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.
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One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one's trouble does not make it any better.
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We commit two wrongs when we fail to right a wrong.