The slowness of time, for a man who knows nothing will happen, is brutal. — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
When you dream, you are an author, but you do not know how it will end. — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
What world lies beyond that stormy sea I do not know, but every ocean has a distant shore, and I shall reach… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
Work alone isn't enough for me and mine; we know how to break our backs, but the great dream Of my fathers… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
Whatever people may say, the fastidious formal manner of the upper classes is preferable to the slovenly easygoing behaviour of the common… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
People who don't know any better will always be in the dark because the power lies in the hands of men who… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
Don't you know that what happens to you once always happens again? You always react in the same way to the same… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
Literature is a defense against the attacks of life. It says to life: You can't deceive me. I know your habits, foresee… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
In general, the man who is readily disposed to sacrifice himself is one who does not know how else to give meaning… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
Now that I've seen what war is, what civil war is, I know that everybody, if one day it should end, ought… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
The man of action is not the headstrong fool who rushes into danger with no thought for himself, but the man who… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one's own pleasure is shared. — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
In fact a man in love or one consumed with hatred creates symbols for himself, as a superstitious man does, from a… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills.… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
In the mental disturbance and effort of writing, what sustains you is the certainty that on every page there is something left unsaid. — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
Why does a man who is truly in love insist that this relationship must continue and be "lifelong"? Because life is pain and the… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
I thought of how many places there are in the world that belong in this way to someone, who has it in his blood… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
Now that I've seen what war is, what civil war is, I know that everybody, if one day it should end, ought to ask… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
It had to happen to you, to concentrate your whole life on one point, and then discover that you can do anything except live… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery. — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
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;… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
“Meanwhile we arrived at our lane and the sight of the olive tree rubbed me the wrong way. I began to see that no… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi. (Death will come and it will have your eyes.) — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
