Cesare Pavese Quotes

Love is a fever," she said. "And when you come out of it you'll discover whether you've been lucky - or not.

I might run from her for a thousand years and she is still my baby child. Our love is so furious that we burn each other out.

For human beings, love is the most important fruit of experience in the sense world.

True love is mixed up with birdlike squabbles, in which the disputants wound each other to the quick; but a quarrel without animus is, on the contrary, apiece of flattery to the dupe's conceit.

Sometimes love is calm and easy and sometimes it's just plain dirty.

Love is never as ferocious as when you think it's going to leave you.

Love begins like a triolet and ends like a college yell.

Jared glared balefully at the old man, his eyes full of the shock and pain of the betrayed. I had only human comparisons for such a look. Caesar and Brutus, Jesus and Judas.

The perishable nature of love is what gives love its profound importance in our lives. If it were endless, if it were on tap, love wouldn't hit us the way it does.

With someone you like that much, the lows are as low as the highs are high. Does that make sense?' It does. It also makes me sound bipolar.' Love will do that to a person.

Oh, what is young love! The urge of the race. A blaze that ends in babies or ashes.

To love is to suffer and there can be no love otherwise.

Love is something difficult and it is more difficult than other things because in other conflicts nature herself enjoins men to collect themselves, to take themselves firmly in the hand with all their strength, while in the heightening of love the impulse is to give oneself wholly away.

Being in love is a good thing, but it is not the best thing. There are many things below it, but there are also things above it. You cannot make it the basis of a whole life. It is a noble feeling, but it is still a feeling. Now no feeling can be relied on to last in its full intensity, or even to last at all. Knowledge can last, principles can last, habits can last; but feelings come and go.

Some women enjoy unhappy love affairs, you know, though I have always felt that they are greatly overrated.

I don't particularly believe all love is doomed. But I guess, one is usually kinda suffering from some aborted love affair or association, rather than being at the peak of one. I think it's fairly obvious that a lot more suffering goes on in the name of love than the little happiness you can squeeze out of it.

Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss.

Love is like fire, a dangerous thing to play with, although the best of friends and the most loyal of servants when rightly handled.

Love is much more demanding than law.

Love is the burning point of life, and since all life is sorrowful, so is love. The stronger the love, the more the pain. Love itself is pain, you might say -the pain of being truly alive.

Sometimes it just seems that love is not enough, does it?

Love is an intensification of life.

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.

Young love is so ridiculous, as is middle-aged and old love. And it's also hilarious. When have you ever felt so vulnerable and wonderful and terrible at the same time?

The first love is the difficult love.