Rest forever, tired ...

Rest forever, tired heart. The final illusion has perished. The one we believed eternal is gone. Just like that. Out the door desire follows hope. Rest forever. Enough throbbing. Nothing deserves your attention nor is the earth worth a sigh. Bitterness and boredom is life, nothing else ever, and the world is mud. Quiet now. Despair for the last time. Fate gives us dying as a gift. Now turn from the hills, the ugly hidden power which rules for the common evil and the infinite vanity of it all.
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 Giacomo Leopardi

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I may be wrong, but it seems rare in our age to find a widely praised person whose own mouth is not the source of that praise.
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 Giacomo Leopardi
He who travels much has this advantage over others – that the things he remembers soon become remote, so that in a short time they acquire the vague and poetical quality which is only given to other things by time. He who has not traveled at all has this disadvantage – that all his memories are of things present somewhere, since the places with which all his memories are concerned are present.
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 Giacomo Leopardi
If the best company is that which we leave feeling most satisfied with ourselves, it follows that it is the company we leave most bored.
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 Giacomo Leopardi