What did Cesare Pavese mean by: The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come. - Cesare Pavese Poet · Italy Copy
+ But all years are stupid. It’s only when they’re over that they become interesting. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Cesare Pavese, Interesting, Stupid, 0 - Cesare Pavese Poet · Italy
+ You wait for nothing if not for the word that will burst from the deep like a fruit among branches. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Cesare Pavese, Fruit, Waiting, 0 - Cesare Pavese Poet · Italy
+ The slowness of time, for a man who knows nothing will happen, is brutal. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Cesare Pavese, Brutal, Time, 0 - Cesare Pavese Poet · Italy
+ We can all do good deeds, but very few of us can think good thoughts. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Cesare Pavese, Deeds, Good Deeds, 0 - Cesare Pavese Poet · Italy
+ You’ve got to understand life, understand it when you’re young. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Cesare Pavese, Youth, 0 - Cesare Pavese Poet · Italy
+ The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Cesare Pavese, Party, Time, 0 - Cesare Pavese Poet · Italy
+ All sins have their origin in a sense of inferiority otherwise called ambition. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Cesare Pavese, Ambitious, Inferiority, Sin, 0 - Cesare Pavese Poet · Italy
+ Love has the faculty of making two lovers seem naked, not in each other’s sight, but in their own. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Cesare Pavese, Naked, Sight, 0 - Cesare Pavese Poet · Italy
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We never love with all our heart and all our soul but once, and that is the first time. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go. - Jean Genet Playwright · France
There are no elements so diverse that they cannot be joined in the heart of a man. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
