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. Your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. The city shudders, Stones exhaleโ you are life, an awakening. Star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breathโ the night is done. You are light and morning.
Cesare PaveseThe art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies. The fearful thing about it is that, not knowing what truth may be, we can still recognize lies.
Cesare PaveseWill power is only the tensile strength of one's own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce.
Cesare PaveseThe closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
Cesare Pavese