Author of quotes: Cesare Pavese

And now Carletto spoke to me, as it was then Amelio. He said that in some ways I blame myself. And explained that like me a lot; we all do nothing, but only looked. Why defeated fascists? Because many have washed your hands. Here they managed to capture Rome.

No matter how bad, I thought happily, but even in the jail for the prisoners every morning comes the dawn.

This is what happens when we suddenly look back with regret that you were not able to enjoy my youth, and say to ourselves, "If only I'd known, I would have done differently". And tell us someone: "Here's a young, live differently", we wouldn't even know where to start.

Maybe I'm wrong, maybe it is better? Maybe it's better to burn like dry grass in the fire. And so the people all started up again. So did in America. Get tired of something, bored job, boring place - the people make all the difference. There you can find the whole village - a restaurant, city hall, shops, and nobody left empty as a graveyard.

... life has meaning only when we live for something or for someone...

All sins stem from feelings of inferiority, also known as the ambition.

A man from a boy is able to command a woman and a woman from a girl - the ability to use man to their advantage.

There is nothing more pathetic than to be loved out of pity.

Life is pain, and joy of love is an anesthetic.

If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Throw envy, jealousy, anger and fears.

To find a lot of things, you have to look for one.

Death comes eyes will be yours.
To accompany me from morning till night, tirelessly,
Ashamed like their bad habits
For the absurd, for the cry of mute...
Like they say, but everything is so unspeakably.
And every morning, the reflection in the mirror looking
And smoldering in anticipation of the hope fragile
You look and think: "We are alive! Our fears are in vain!"
Il see death's shadow I'm creepy...
And each of us will die of its own.
We look at it, but what about us?
And in the mirror we see only a shadow
And we hear somknuvshegosya teeth
And leaving our life day
In the maelstrom we're going quickly, gritting his teeth.

Descend death with your eyes,
death that is woven for us next
from morning to night, closing his eye,
deaf as the conscience of the old reproach,
like a bad habit. With your eyes.
Your eyes are like a vain word,
as a cry without sound, silence.
Such you see them every morning
alone on his reflection
leaning. Dear hope,
that day finally know we are:
you are life and you are the emptiness.
Each death different look.
My - me - your eyes
and something happens, as if broken up
a bad habit, as if he saw,
as in a mirror surfaced dead person
like I heard a tightly compressed lips.
Silence. We dive Nemo in the abyss.

And then, cowardly,
we that the whisper of the night loved
and at home, and paths above the river,
and questionable color shades
in the institutions of special sense,
and sugared pain,
which was silent -
we live broke the chain,
tearing hand from hand,
and fell silent, but the heart
shuddered from the blood.
There was no more tenderness,
and despair was not
on the path above the river:
awakened from slavery,
we learned that we are alone,
and ranked to life itself.