Emil Cioran Quotes
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I believe in the salvation of humanity, in the future of cyanide...
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Trees are massacred, houses go up — faces, faces everywhere. Man is spreading. Man is the cancer of the earth.
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Every utopia about to be realized resembles a cynical dream.
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One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That is our country, our fatherland - and no other.
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There is no one whose death I have not longed for, at one moment or another.
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Lucidity's task: to attain a correct despair, an Olympian ferocity.
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In theory, it matters little to me whether I live as whether I die; in practice, I am lacerated by every anxiety which opens an abyss between life and death.
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Refinement is a sign of a deficient vitality, in art, in love, and in everything.
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We are all deep in a hell each moment of which is a miracle.
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What an incitation to hilarity, hearing the word goal while following a funeral procession!
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One hardly saves a world without ruling it.
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One would have to be as unenlightened as an angel or an idiot to imagine that the human escapade could turn out well.
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After all, why should ordinary people want to contemplate the End, especially when we see the condition of those who do?
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'I am like a broken puppet whose eyes have fallen inside.' This remark of a mental patient weighs more heavily than a whole stack of works on introspection.
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It is an understatement to say that in this society injustices abound: in truth, it is itself the quintessence of injustice.
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A distant enemy is always preferable to one at the gate.
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If we had the courage to confront the doubts we timidly conceive about ourselves, none of us would utter an 'I' without shame.
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Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.
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If you don't want to explode with rage, leave your memory alone, abstain from burrowing there.
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Write books only if you are going to say in them the things you would never dare confide to anyone.
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Speech and silence. We feel safer with a madman who talks than with one who cannot open his mouth.
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Even when nothing happens, everything seems too much for me. What can be said, then, in the presence of an event, any event?
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To win the guilty kiss of a saint, I'd welcome the plague as a blessing
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Wisdom disguises our wounds; it teaches us how to bleed in secret.