Cesare Pavese Quotes

I don't sleep. I hate those little slices of death.

I think we should look forward to death more than we do. Of course everybody hates to go to bed or miss anything, but dying is really the only chance we'll get to rest.

The dead they sleep a long, long sleep; The dead they rest, and their rest is deep; The dead have peace, but the living weep.

Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.

That death was near, I suppose I believed, but I saw it only as a rest after the day's work.

In every death, a busy world comes to an end.

Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.

You will become tired, Siddhartha." "I will become tired." "You will fall asleep, Siddhartha." "I will not fall asleep." "You will die, Siddhartha." "I will die.

Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.

Death haunts everyone and never fails.

Death is not the monarch for the dead, but of the dying. The moment he obtains a conquest he loses a subject.

Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.

Low on his funeral couch he lies!

Passing away" is written on the world and all the world contains.

The problem with death is absence

A death is the most terrible of facts.

How wonderful is death! Death and his brother sleep.

Life death all does end and each day dies with sleep.

Tereza had gone back to sleep; he could not. He pictured her death. She was dead and having terrible nightmares; but because she was dead, he was unable to wake her from them. Yes, that is death: Tereza asleep, having terrible nightmares, and he unable to wake her.

Death hath so many doors to let out life.

But really death seems the least awful thing that can happen to someone

When the friends we love the best Lie in their churchyard bed, We must not cry too bitterly Over the happy dead.

Sleep is cousin-german unto death: Sleep and death differ, no more, than a carcass And a skeleton.

Pity that the only way to paradise is in a hearse.