Difficult Loves Quotes

“You only have to start saying of something : 'Ah, how beautiful ! We must photograph it !' and you are already close to the view of the person who thinks that everything that is not photographed is lost, as if it never existed, and therefore in order to really live you must photograph as much as you can, and to photograph as much as you can you must either live in the most photographable way possible, or else consider photographable every moment of your life.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“Don't you ever get tired of reading?" she asked. "You could hardly be called good company! Don't you know that, with women, you're supposed to make conversation?" she added; her half smile was perhaps meant to be ironic, though to Amedeo, who at that moment would have paid anything rather than give up his novel, it seemed downright threatening.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“The line between the reality that is photographed because it seems beautiful to us and the reality that seems beautiful because it has been photographed is very narrow."

- from "The Adventure of a Photographer”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“Every silence consists of the network of minuscule sounds that enfolds it."

- from "The Adventure of a Poet”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“Life, thought the naked man, was a hell, with rare moments recalling some ancient paradise.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“Amedeo loved thick tomes, and in tackling them he felt the physical pleasure of undertaking a great task. Weighing them in his hand, thick, closely printed, squat, he would consider with some apprehension the number of pages, the length of the chapters, then venture into them, a bit reluctant at the beginning, without any desire to perform the initial chore of remembering the names, catching the drift of the story; then he would entrust himself to it, running along the lines, crossing the grid of the uniform page, and beyond the leaden print the flame and fire of battle appeared, the cannonball that, whistling through the sky, fell at the feet of Prince Andrei, and the shop filled with engravings and statues where Frederic Moreau, his heart in his mouth, was to meet the Arnoux family. Beyond the surface of the page you entered a world where life was more alive than here on this side…”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“Ciò che conta è comunicare l’indispensabile lasciando perdere tutto il superfluo, ridurre noi stessi a comunicazione essenziale, a segnale luminoso che si muove in una data direzione, abolendo la complessità delle nostre persone e situazioni ed espressioni facciali, lasciandole nella scatola d’ombra che i fari si portano dietro e nascondono. La Y che io amo in realtà è quel fascio di raggi luminosi in movimento, e tutto il resto di lei può rimanere implicito; e il me stesso che lei può amare, il me stesso che ha il potere d’entrare in quel circuito d’esaltazione che è la sua vita affettiva, è il lampeggio di questo sorpasso che sto, per amor suo e non senza qualche rischio, tentando.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“...the world was trying to change its old face and show its underbelly of earth and roots.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“M'accorgo che correndo verso Y ciò che più desidero non è trovare Y al termine della mia corsa: voglio che sia Y a correre verso di me, è questa la risposta di cui ho bisogno, cioè ho bisogno che lei sappia che io sto correndo verso di lei ma nello stesso tempo ho bisogno di sapere che lei sta correndo verso di me.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“The taste for the spontaneous, natural, lifelike snapshot kills spontaneity, drives away the present. Photographed reality immediately takes on a nostalgic character, of joy fled on the wings of time, a commemorative quality, even if the picture was taken the day before yesterday. And the life that you live in order to photograph it is already, at the outset, a commemoration of itself."

- from "The Adventure of a Photographer”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“For the person who wants to capture everything that passes before his eyes, [...] the only coherent way to act is to snap at least one picture a minute, from the instant he opens his eyes in the morning to when he goes to sleep. This is the only way that he rolls of exposed film will represent a faithful diary of our days, with nothing left out. If I were to start taking pictures, I'd see this thing through, even if it meant losing my mind. But the rest of you still insist on making a choice. What sort of choice? A choice in the idyllic sense, apologetic, consolatory, at peace with nature, the fatherland, the family. Your choice isn't only photographic; it is a choice of life, which leads you to exclude dramatic conflicts, the knots of contradiction, the great tensions of will, passion, aversion. So you think you are saving yourselves from madness, but you are falling into mediocrity, into hebetude."

- from "The Adventure of a Photographer”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“The minute you start saying something, 'Ah, how beautiful! We must photograph it!' you are already close to the view of the person who thinks that everything that is not photographed is lost, as if it had never existed, and that therefore, in order really to live, you must photograph as much as you can, and to photograph as much as you can you must either live in the most photographable way possible, or else consider photographable every moment of your life."

- from "The Adventure of a Photographer”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“Finito il turno Arturo torna a casa, alle volte un po' dopo e alle volte un po' prima che suoni la sveglia della moglie, Elide. Lei, stirandosi con "una specie di dolcezza pigra", gli mette le braccia al collo, e dal suo giaccone capisce il tempo che fa fuori.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“Perché una volta che avete cominciato, [...] non c’è nessuna ragione che vi fermiate. Il passo tra la realtà che viene fotografata in quanto ci appare bella e la realtà che ci appare bella in quanto è stata fotografata, è brevissimo. ][...] Basta che cominciate a dire di qualcosa: “Ah che bello, bisognerebbe proprio fotografarlo!” e già siete sul terreno di chi pensa che tutto ciò che non è fotografato è perduto, che è come se non fosse esistito, e che quindi per vivere veramente bisogna fotografare quanto più si può, e per fotografare quanto più si può bisogna: o vivere in modo quanto più fotografabile possibile, oppure considerare fotografabile ogni momento della propria vita. La prima via porta alla stupidità, la seconda alla pazzia.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“The naked man had lost hope now; he would never be able to return to the earth's surface;he would never leave the bottom of this shaft, and he would go mad there drinking blood and eating human flesh, without ever being able to die. Up there, against the sky, there were good angels with ropes, and bad angels with grenades and rifles, and a big old man with a white beard who waved his arms but could not save him.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“The minute you start saying something - "Ah, how beautiful! We must photograph it!" - you are already close to the view of the person who thinks that everything that is not photographed is lost, as if it had never existed, and that therefore, in order really to live, you must photograph as much as you can, and to photograph as much as you can you must either live in the most photographable way possible or else consider photographable every moment of your life. The first course leads to stupidity, the second is madness.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“Everything in the garden was like that: lovely but impossible to enjoy properly, with that worrying feeling inside that they were only there through an odd stroke of luck, and the fear that they'd soon have to give an account of themselves.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“Whatever person you decide to photograph, or whatever thing, you must go on photographing it always, exclusively, at every hour of the day and night. Photography has a meaning only if it exhausts all possible images."

- from "The Adventure of a Photographer”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“One of the first instincts of parents, after they have brought a child into the world, is to photograph it. Given the speed of growth, it becomes necessary to photograph the child often, because nothing is more fleeting and unmemorable than a six-month-old infant, soon deleted and replaced by one of eight months, and then one of a year,; and all the perfection that, to the eyes of the parents, a child of three may have reached cannot prevent it being destroyed by that of the four-year-old. The photograph album remains the only place where all these fleeting perfections are saved and juxtaposed, each aspiring to an incomparable absoluteness of its own."

- from "The Adventure of a Photographer”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“Si mette a letto dalla propria parte, ma prima col piede, poi con tutto il corpo, si sposta tutto nella nicchia di tepore lasciata dalla moglie. Quando lei torna la sera, lui è alzato da un pezzo ad aspettarla. Mangiano qualcosa, con lo struggimento di avere così poco tempo per stare insieme, tanto che non riescono quasi a portarsi il cucchiaio alla bocca, dalla voglia che avrebbero "di star lì a tenersi per mano".”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“To Amilcare – foolishly, if you like – becoming, all at once, someone who “wears glasses” was a bit irritating. But that wasn’t the real trouble: it was that once you begin to suspect that everything concerning you is purely casual, subject to transformation, and that you could be completely different and it wouldn’t matter at all, then, following this line of reasoning, you come to think it’s all the same whether you exist or don’t exist, and from this notion to despair is only a brief step.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“E poi non sapevo più cosa guardare e guardai il cielo.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“His memory, if he could patiently reconstruct the hours he passed, second by second, promised him boundless Edens.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“That was a time when I didn’t give a damn about anything, the period when I came to settle in this city. “Settle” is the wrong term. I had no desire to be settled in any sense;”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“What drives you two girls to cut from the mobile continuum of your day these temporal slices, the thickness of a second? Tossing the ball back and forth, you are living in the present, but the moment the scansion of the frames is insinuated between your acts, it is no longer the pleasure of the game that motivates you but rather that of seeing yourselves again in the future, of rediscovering yourselves in twenty years’ time, on a piece of yellowed cardboard (yellowed emotionally, even if modern printing procedures will preserve it unchanged). The taste for the spontaneous, natural, lifelike snapshot kills spontaneity, drives away the present. Photographed reality immediately takes on a nostalgic character, of joy fled on the wings of time, a commemorative quality, even if the picture was taken the day before yesterday.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“Certo il costo da pagare è alto ma dobbiamo accettarlo: non poterci distinguere dai tanti segnali che passano per questa via, ognuno con un suo significato che resta nascosto e indecifrabile perché fuori di qui non c'è più nessuno capace di riceverci e d'intenderci.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“Mentre Arturo corre già verso il lavoro, Elide mette a posto la casa, scuotendo il capo per le faccende mal fatte da lui. Dopodiché va a letto, striscia il piede dalla parte del marito, ma si accorge ogni volta che dove dorme lei è più caldo, segno che anche Arturo ha dormito lì, e ne prova una grande tenerezza.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“When spring comes, the city’s inhabitants, by the hundreds of thousands, go out on Sundays with leather cases over their shoulders. And they photograph one another. They come back as happy as hunters with bulging game bags; they spend days waiting, with sweet anxiety, to see the developed pictures (anxiety to which some add the subtle pleasure of alchemistic manipulations in the darkroom, forbidding any intrusion by members of the family, relishing the acid smell that is harsh to the nostrils). It is only when they have the photos before their eyes that they seem to take tangible possession of the day they spent, only then that the mountain stream, the movement of the child with his pail, the glint of the sun on the wife’s legs take on the irrevocability of what has been and can no longer be doubted. Everything else can drown in the unreliable shadow of memory.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“He was a man who looks at the wisteria like a man who knows how wisteria should be looked at.”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

“In other words, I loved her. And I was unhappy. But how could she have understood this unhappiness of mine?”
― Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves