Emil M. Cioran
Our power resides in our incapacity to know how alone we are. ― Emil M. Cioran, The New Gods, (University of Chicago Press March 28th 2013) Originally published 1969.
Our power resides in our incapacity to know how alone we are. ― Emil M. Cioran, The New Gods, (University of Chicago Press March 28th 2013) Originally published 1969.
Only those moments count, when the desire to remain by yourself is so powerful that you’d prefer to blow your brains out than exchange a word with someone. ― Emil M. Cioran, The New Gods. (University of Chicago Press March 28th 2013) Originally published 1969.
[P]hilosophy is the art of masking inner torments. — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair. (University Of Chicago Press; 1 edition October 1, 1996) Originally published 1933.
Life is not, and death is a dream. Suffering has invented them both as self-justification. Man alone is torn between an unreality and an illusion. — Emil M. Cioran, Tears and Saints. (University Of Chicago Press; Reprint edition July 6, 1998) Originally published 1937.
I feel that I am dying of solitude, of love, of despair, of hatred, of all that this world offers me. With every experience I expand like a balloon blown up beyond its capacity. The most terrifying intensification bursts into nothingness. You grow inside, you dilate madly until there are no boundaries left, you reach… Continue reading Emil M. Cioran
Any and all water is the color of drowning. — Emil M. Cioran, All Gall Is Divided: Aphorisms. (Arcade Publishing August 25, 1999) Originally published 1952.
After having struggled madly to solve all problems, after having suffered on the heights of despair, in the supreme hour of revelation, you will find that the only answer, the only reality, is silence. — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair, (University Of Chicago Press,1996)
I would like to explode, flow, crumble into dust, and my disintegration would be my masterpiece. — Emil M. Cioran, On The Heights Of Despair. (University Of Chicago Press; 1 edition October 1, 1996)
[P]hilosophy is the art of masking inner torments. — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair. (University Of Chicago Press,1996) Originally published 1933.
Tell me how you want to die, and I’ll tell you who you are. ― Emil M. Cioran, Tears and Saints. (University of Chicago Press; Reprint edition, July 6, 1998) Originally published 1937.