Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will. All the rest - thought, action - is just a pastime, mental or physical. What counts then, is to come to grips with reality. The rest can go.
Cesare PaveseRead
The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
Interpretation
As life progresses towards its end, we reveal our true selves, shedding the façades we present to the world.
This quote by Cesare Pavese reflects on the inevitability of mortality and the idea that as we approach the end of our lives, we are compelled to drop the masks we wear. It suggests that the final years are a time of authenticity, where we become more genuine and expose our true identities rather than maintaining the illusions and roles we play throughout our lives.
In practice
In a eulogy, when reflecting on a loved one's life and the authenticity they embodied in their later years.
Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will. All the rest - thought, action - is just a pastime, mental or physical. What counts then, is to come to grips with reality. The rest can go.
Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.
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 exhale— you are life, an awakening. Star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breath— the night is done. You are light and morning.
There is mercy for everyone, except those who are bored with life.
One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love - any love - reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.
The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.
I project myself out through the glasses and across the street, a ghost in the morning sunlight, torn with disembodied lust.
If the conflict is about the size of Israel, then long and difficult negotiations can eventually resolve the problem. But if the conflict is about the existence of Israel, then serious negotiation is impossible.
Many have become chess masters - no one has become the master of chess.
I am an invisible man. I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids - and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.
Better a good journalist than a poor assassin.
Where the apple reddens never pry - lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.
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