Emil Cioran Quotes
I am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and poisons, consumed with love and hatred, killed by lights and shadows. My symbol is death of light and the flame of death. Sparks die in me only to be reborn as thunder and lightning. Darkness itself glows in me.
Emil Cioran
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My baby will be growing up in Liverpool, so we have another Scouser.
Fernando Torres
Love is a wonderful thing that one misses.
Larry Drake
Death and I are head to head in a total collision, pure and mutual distaste.
Harold Brodkey
Truly, love is delightful and pleasant food, supplying, as it does, rest to the weary, strength to the weak, and joy to the sorrowful. It in fact renders the yoke of truth easy and its burden light.
Saint Bernard
When we moved to L.A., I started going out for more commercials, and then one day they emailed me a movie script. The first thing I said was, 'No way. I love commercials.'
Yara Shahidi
ESPN is a very anchor-driven network, which I love.
Hannah Storm
I am more interested in how people interpret the phrase 'Elect The Dead' than what I may or may not have intended. I named the album after the track, which is a spiritual song about love, life and death and is the heaviest song on the album without having any heavy instruments.
Serj Tankian
System Of A Down
You hear the word 'cancer,' it scares you. You think of death.
Joe Torre
Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.
Ovid
The man whose nature is such that by one path alone his chief desire will reach consummation will try to find it on that path, whatever it may be, and whatever the world thinks of it; and if he does not, he is contemptible.
F. H. Bradley
I love to study people and pick apart what makes a person or character who they are. I never want to get complacent in that.
Jay Ellis
I am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and poisons, consumed with love and hatred, killed by lights and shadows. My symbol is death of light and the flame of death. Sparks die in me only to be reborn as thunder and lightning. Darkness itself glows in me.
Emil Cioran
