Cesare Pavese Quotes About Art

• The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies. The fearful thing about it is that, not knowing what truth may be, we can still recognize lies.

  Cesare Pavese

  Arte, Mentir, Creer

  Cesare Pavese, Alma Elizabeth Murch (1961). “This Business of Living”, p.71, Transaction Publishers

• The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.

  Cesare Pavese

  Life, Art, Lying

  Cesare Pavese, Alma Elizabeth Murch (1961). “This Business of Living”, p.71, Transaction Publishers

• There is an art in taking the whiplash of suffering full in the face, an art you must learn. Let each single attack exhaust itself; pain always makes single attacks, so that its bite may be more intense, more concentrated. And you, while its fangs are implanted and injecting their venom at one spot, do not forget to offer it another place where it can bite you, and so relieve the pain of the first.

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  Art, Pain, Suffering

  Cesare Pavese (2017). “This Business of Living: Diaries 1935-1950”, p.207, Routledge

• Queremos la riqueza de experiencias del Realismo y la profundidad de sentimientos del Simbolismo. Todo arte es un problema de equilibrio entre dos opuestos.

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  Art, Opposites, Two

  Cesare Pavese, Alma Elizabeth Murch (1961). “This Business of Living”, p.146, Transaction Publishers

• In fact a man in love or one consumed with hatred creates symbols for himself, as a superstitious man does, from a passion of conferring uniqueness on things or persons. A man who knows nothing of symbols is one of Dante's sluggards. This is why art mirrors itself in primitive rites or strong passions, seeking for symbols, revolving round the primitive taste for savagery, for what is irrational (blood and sex).

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  Art, Strong, Sex

  Cesare Pavese (2017). “This Business of Living: Diaries 1935-1950”, p.286, Routledge

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