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.
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Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Life comes with costs and responsibilities, and existence itself is a luxury that must be earned.
This quote by Cesare Pavese reflects the idea that every aspect of life, including the fundamental experience of being alive, comes with a price. It suggests that to enjoy the luxuries of life, one must recognize and accept the sacrifices, work, and responsibilities that accompany them. The notion that everything in life is a luxury highlights the fragility and preciousness of existence.
Themes
LuxuryLifeExistenceSacrificePhilosophy
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a speech about the value of life and personal responsibility.
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