Emile M. Cioran
Emile M. Cioran
NationalityRomanian
ProfessionPhilosopher
Date of Birth8 April 1911
CountryRomania
regret pay damage
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.
regret desire infinity
No one should forget: Eros alone can fulfill life; knowledge, never. Only Eros makes sense; knowledge is empty infinity;––for thoughts, there is always time; life has its time; there is no thought that comes too late; any desire can become a regret.
regret feet easy
A regret understood by no one: the regret to be a pessimist. It’s not easy to be on the wrong foot with life
regret men world
Paradise was unendurable, otherwise the first man would have adapted to it; this world is no less so, since here we regret paradise or anticipate another one. What to do? Where to go? Do nothing and go nowhere, easy enough.
soul sadism skepticism
Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.
people normal forget
Normal people have nothing to forget.
speaks
Anyone who speaks in the name of others is always an imposter.
fear history result ultimately
Isn't history ultimately the result of our fear of boredom?
freedom merely
For you who no longer posses it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.
Sperm is a bandit in its pure state.
reality silence despair
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.
powerful blow brain
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.
goal weak states
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.
vanity trying gang
I try--without success--to stop finding reasons for vanity in anything. When I happen to manage it nonetheless, I feel that I no longer belong to the mortal gang. I am above everything then, above the gods themselves. Perhaps that is what death is: a sensation of great, of extreme superiority.