Quotes from Cesare Pavese

No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.

You cannot insult a man more atrociously than by refusing to believe he is suffering .

Many men on the point of an edifying death would be furious if they were suddenly restored to health.

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.

When a woman marries she belongs to another man; and when she belongs to another man there is nothing more you can say to her.

When a man mourns for someone who has played him false, it is not for love of her, but for his own humiliation at not having deserved her trust.

Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.

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.

Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one's own pleasure is shared.

When writing poetry, it is not that produces a bright idea, but the bright idea that kindles the fire of.

Certainly, to have a woman who waits at home for you, who will sleep with you, gives a warm feeling like having something you must say; it makes you glow, keeps you company, helps you to live.

Human imagination is immensely poorer than reality.

We do not remember days, we remember moments.

Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body.

A dream is a creation of the intelligence, the creator being present but not knowing how it will end.

Lessons are not given, they are taken.

Not believing in anything is also a religion .

Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.

The whole problem of life, then, is this: how to break out of one's own loneliness, how to communicate with others.

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.

Will power is only the tensile strength of one's own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce.

There is mercy for everyone, except those who are bored with life.

If it were possible to have a life absolutely free from every feeling of sin, what a terrifying vacuum it would be.

There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery.