Dialoghi con Leucò QUOTES

2 " Beggar: There was a time when we didn't exist, Oedipus. That means that even the deepest desires of our heart, our blood, our moments of awakening have sprung from nothing. Even your desire to escape destiny is perhaps destiny. It isn't we who made our own blood. It's enough to feel it and live like free man, as the oracle bids us.
Oedipus: Yes, so long as a man is still searching. You had the luck never to reach your goal. But the day comes when you go back to Cithaeron, you forget everything and the mountain seems to bring back your childhood. You look at it day after day and maybe you climb it. Then someone tells you that you were born up there. And everything crumbles. "

― Cesare Pavese , Dialoghi con Leucò

4 " Mi par di essere un'ombra tra le ombre degli alberi. Più mi scaldo a questo sole e mi nutro a questa terra, più mi pare di sciogliermi in stille e brusii, nella voce del lago, nei ringhi del bosco. "

― Cesare Pavese , Dialoghi con Leucò

6 " É difícil dizer onde acaba o pavor e começa a fé. "

― Cesare Pavese , Dialoghi con Leucò

8 " Mnemosyne: Neither is the staleness or the toil, nor returning to the daily round. Don’t you understand that man, every man, is born in that swamp of blood? That the sacred and the divine are with you too? In bed, in the fields, before the fire? In everything you do, you renew a divine model. Day and night, there is not an instant, not even the most futile, which has not sprung from the silence of your origins.
Hesiod: You speak, Melete, and I cannot help believing. Only let me adore you.
Mnemosyne: My dear, you have an alternative.
Hesiod: What is that?
Mnemosyne: Try telling mortals the things you know. "

― Cesare Pavese , Dialoghi con Leucò

10 " The surest, and the quickest, way for us to arouse the sense of wonder is to stare, unafraid, at a single object. Suddenly—miraculously—it will look like something we have never seen before. "

― Cesare Pavese , Dialoghi con Leucò

12 " لكن هل تعرفين من هم البشر؟ إنهم بؤساء لحدّ الموت. إنهم أكثر بؤساً من الحشرات، و أكثر بؤساً من أوراق الشجر التي ماتت مجهولة في السنوات الماضية. فهم يموتون و لا يعرفون سبب موتهم. "

― Cesare Pavese , Dialoghi con Leucò