Occupation: Poet Birth: September 9, 1908 Death: August 27, 1950
Don't you know that what happens to you once always happens again? You always react in the same way to the same thing. It's no accident when you make….
I thought of how many places there are in the world that belong in this way to someone, who has it in his blood beyond anyone else's understanding..
When a woman marries she belongs to another man; and when she belongs to another man there is nothing more you can say to her..
You cannot insult a man more atrociously than by refusing to believe he is suffering ..
When a man mourns for someone who has played him false, it is not for love of her, but for his own humiliation at not having deserved her trust..
When we read, we are not looking for new ideas, but to see our own thoughts given the seal of confirmation on the printed page. The words that strike….
From someone who doesn't want to share your destiny, you should neither accept a cigarette.
Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one's own pleasure is shared..
Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi. (Death will come and it will have your eyes.).
It is not the actual enjoyment of pleasure that we desire. What we want is to test the futility of that pleasure, so as to be no longer obsessed by i….
Things are revealed through the memories we have of them. Remembering a thing means seeing it only then for the first time..
It is not that the child lives in a world of imagination, but that the child within us survives and starts into life only at rare moments of recollec….
Love is the cheapest of religions..
You don't remember days, you remember moments..
Human imagination is immensely poorer than reality..
What we desire is not to possess a woman, but to be the only one to possess her..
One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one's trouble does not make it any better..
The problems that agitate one generation are exstinguished for the next, not because they have been solved but because the general lack of interest s….
Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic..
The man of action is not the headstrong fool who rushes into danger with no thought for himself, but the man who puts into practice the things he kno….
Literature is a defense against the attacks of life. It says to life: You can't deceive me. I know your habits, foresee and enjoy watching all your r….