39 Quotes & Thoughts By Cesare Pavese, The Celebrated Italian Poet And Novelist
Cesare Pavese was an Italian poet, novelist, translator and literary critic, who rose to prominence in the 20th century and is counted among the modern greats of Italian literature. His finished his school education at Turin and then he studied at the University of Turin. Pavese was a keen student of English literature and had also completed a thesis on the works of the famous poet Walt Whitman. Pavese was a communist and opposed the Fascist rule in Italy at the time and had courted arrest in 1935. Following the end of the Second World War, he became a member of the Italian Communist Party and became a contributor for the newspaper L’Unita published by the party. During that period, the majority of his work as a poet and novelist were published. Some of his noted works include ‘Your Villages’, ‘Hard Labour’, ‘August Holiday’, ‘The Comrade’, ‘The House on the Hill’, ‘Before the Cock Crows’, ‘The Devil in the Hills’ and short story volumes titled ‘Racconti’ among others. Pavese was without doubt not only a hugely accomplished and versatile literary figure but also a political figure, who delivered plenty of profound quotes through his works and life. Here is a collection of thoughts and quotations by Cesare Pavese on suffering, communication, reading, books, relationships, women, cleverness, money and women.
Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.
We do not remember days, we remember moments.
No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.
We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten
The great lovers will always be unhappy, because for them love is great and so they ask of their beloved the same intensity of thought that they have for her – otherwise they feel betrayed.
Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.
From someone who doesn't want to share your destiny, you should neither accept a cigarette
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.
The only joy in the world is to begin.
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.
Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi. (Death will come and it will have your eyes.)
Non si ricordano i giorni, si ricordano gli attimi.
The whole problem of life is this: how to break out of one's own solitude, how to communicate with others.
There is mercy for everyone, except those who are bored with life.
But here's the worst part: the trick to life lies in hiding from those we hold most dear how much they mean to is; if not, we'd lose them.
All is the same time has gone by some day you come some day you'll die someone has died long time ago.
Life is not a search for experience, but for ourselves. Having discovered our own fundamental level we realize that it conforms to our own destiny and we find peace.
The only reason why we are always thinking of our own ego is that we have to live with it more continuously than with anyone else's.
Will power is the only tensile strength of one's own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce.
Ne sanıyorsun?Ay herkes için vardır,yağmurda,hastalıklar da.İnsan yeraltında da yaşasa,sarayda da yaşasa,kan her yerde kırmızıdır.
The cadence of suffering has begun.
Si era fermata e si era messa a piangere perché dormire era una stupidaggine e rubava tempo all'allegria.
Human imagination is immensely poorer than reality.
You are like a cloud Glimpsed between the branches. In your eyes there shines The strangeness of a sky that isn’t yours.
If all this were true, how easy it would be to understand people.
I spent the whole evening sitting before a mirror to keep myself company.
Meanwhile we arrived at our lane and the sight of the olive tree rubbed me the wrong way. I began to see that no spot is less habitable than a place where one has been happy.
Attendre est encore une occupation. C'est ne rien attendre qui est terrible.
Val la pena esser solo, per essere sempre più solo?