Emil M. Cioran Quotes
How good would it be if one could die by throwing oneself into an infinite void.
It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.
I would like to explode, flow, crumble into dust, and my disintegration would be my masterpiece.
The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility.
Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us.
Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.
Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection. This is why with Chopin we feel so little like gods.
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.
To live entirely without a goal! I have glimpsed this state, and have often attained it, without managing to remain there: I am too weak for such happiness.
Each of us must pay for the slightest damage he inflicts upon a universe created for indifference and stagnation, sooner or later, he will regret not having left it intact.
Think of God and not religion, of ecstasy and not mysticism. The difference between the theoretician of faith and the believer is as great as between the psychiatrist and the psychotic.
the deepest subjective experiences are also the most universal, because through them one reaches the universal source of life.
Progress is the injustice each generation commits with regard to its predecessor.
It is an understatement to say that in this society injustices abound: In truth it is itself the quintessence of injustice.
Only god has the privilege of abandoning us. Men can only drop us
The contact between beings is established only by mute presence, by apparent non-communication, by that mysterious and wordless exchange which resembles inward prayer.
Memories vanish when we want to remember, but fix themselves permanently in the mind when we want to forget.
What they ask you for is actions, proofs, works, and all you can produce are transformed tears.
We cannot consent to be judged by someone who has suffered less than ourselves. And since each of us regards himself as an unrecognized Job...
Compassion is a sign of superficiality: broken destinies and unrelenting misery either make you scream or turn you to stone.
The sense that everything is going wrong has existed in every era, and rightly so since men have found no greater pleasure than in inventing new ways to make each other miserable.
Fear of death is merely the projection into the future of a fear which dates back to our first moment of life.
Nu pot fi eu insumi decat daca ma inalt pana la furie sau cobor pana la descurajare: la nivelul meu obisnuit, ignor faptul ca exist.
