There comes a day when, for someone who has persecuted us, we feel only indifference, a weariness at his stupidity. Then we forgive him.
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 PaveseThe cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.
Cesare Pavese