Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.
Cesare PaveseRead
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.
Interpretation
Reality often feels confining, and true engagement with it is necessary for meaningful existence.
In this quote, Cesare Pavese suggests that human life can be likened to a prison where individuals merely exist without truly living or engaging with the realities around them. He emphasizes the importance of confronting and understanding reality, as opposed to being distracted by superficial thoughts and actions which do not contribute to genuine fulfillment.
In practice
In a motivational speech about embracing life's challenges.
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.
Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.
It is a general rule of human nature that people despise those who treat them well, and look up to those who make no concessions.
I went to India and was quite taken with it. There's a feeling there that things are holy first and useful second.
The strongest guard is placed at the gateway to nothing. Maybe because the condition of emptiness is too shameful to be divulged.
More than by fear of going astray, my hope is that we will be moved by the fear of remaining shut up within structures which give us a false sense of security, within rules which make us harsh judges, within habits which make us feel safe, while at our door people are starving and Jesus does not tire of saying to us: 'Give them something to eat.'
It's all real in Outside, everything there is, because I saw an airplane in the blue between the clouds. Ma and me can't go there because we don't know the secret code, but it's real all the same. Before I didn't know to be mad that we can't open Door, my head was too small to have Outside in it.
I am a spy in the house of me. I report back from the front lines of the battle that is me. I am somewhat nonplused by the event that is my life.
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