Cesare Pavese Quotes
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Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will...
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Don't mix wine and women.
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You've got to understand life, understand it when you're young.
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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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We do not free ourselves from something by avoiding it, but only by living though it.
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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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When we read, we are not looking for new ideas, but to see our own thoughts given the seal of confirmation on the printed page. The words that strike us are those that awake an echo in a zone we have already made our own - the place where we live - and the vibration enables us to find fresh starting points within ourselves
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But the real, tremendous truth is this: suffering serves no purpose whatever.
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Life without smoking is like the smoke without the roast.
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We commit two wrongs when we fail to right a wrong.
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The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.
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Men who have a tempestuous inner life and do not seek to give vent to it by talking or writing are simply men who have no tempestuous inner life. Give company to a lonely man and he will talk more than anyone.
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It's pointless to cry. One is born and dies alone...
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A dream is a creation of the intelligence, the creator being present but not knowing how it will end.
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I spent the whole evening sitting before a mirror to keep myself company.
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Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.
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The real affliction of old age is remorse.
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Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body.
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Death is repose, but the thought of death disturbs all repose.
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Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one's own pleasure is shared.
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Give me the ready hand rather than the ready tongue.
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Now that I've seen what war is ... I know that everybody, if one day it should end, ought to ask himself: "And what shall we make of the fallen? Why are they dead?" I wouldn't know what to say. Not now, at any rate. Nor does it seem to me that the others know. Perhaps only dead know, and only for them is the war really over.
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Will power is only the tensile strength of one's own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce.
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To choose a hardship for ourselves is our only defense against that hardship. This is what is meant by accepting suffering. Those who, by their very nature, can suffer completely, utterly, have an advantage. That is how we can disarm the power of suffering, make it our own creation, our own choice; submit to it. A justification for suicide.