Quotes from Cesare Pavese

Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.

We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.

No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.

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.

From someone who doesn't want to share your destiny, you should neither accept a cigarette

The only joy in the world is to begin.

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

On ne se souvient pas des jours, on se souvient des instants.

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.

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

Vei fi iubit în ziua în care vei putea s?-Å£i ar??i sl?biciunile f?r? ca cel?lalt s? se foloseasc? de asta pentru a-ÅŸi spori puterea.

You will be loved the day when you will be able to show your weakness without the other person using it to assert his strength.

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.)

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.

The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.

Leggendo non cerchiamo idee nuove, ma pensieri già da noi pensati, che acquistano sulla pagina un suggello di conferma.

Leggendo non cerchiamo idee nuove, ma pensieri già da noi pensati, che acquistano sulla pagina un suggello di conferma. Ci colpiscono degli altri le parole che risuonano in una zona già nostra – che già viviamo – e facendola vibrare ci permettono di cogliere nuovi spunti dentro di noi.

Non si ricordano i giorni, si ricordano gli attimi.

We do not remember days, we remember moments

all is the same time has gone by some day you come some day you'll die someone has died long time ago.

Se întâmpla ca o femeie s? întâlneasc? o epav? ÅŸi s? decid? s? fac? din ea un b?rbat s?n?tos. Uneori, reuÅŸeÅŸte. Se întâmpl? ca o femeie s? întâlneasc? un b?rbat s?n?tos ÅŸi s? decid? s? fac? din el o epav?. Chestia asta îi reuÅŸeÅŸte întotdeauna.