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“Difficile è credere in una cosa quando si è soli, e non se ne può parlare con alcuno. Proprio in quel tempo Drogo si accorse come gli uomini, per quanto possano volersi bene, rimangono sempre lontani; che se uno soffre il dolore è completamente suo, nessun altro può prenderne su di sé una minima parte; che se uno soffre, gli altri per questo non sentono male, anche se l'amore è grande, e questo provoca la solitudine della vita.”

Quote by Dino Buzzati

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Dino Buzzati
Dino Buzzati

Dino Buzzati was an Italian novelist known for his unique literary style and profound philosophical reflections. His works often explore the meaning of human existence and the feeling of loneliness through讽刺 and surrealistic methods. more

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