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The truly solitary being is not the man who is abandoned by men, but the man who suffers in their midst, who drags his desert through the marketplace and deploys his talents as a smiling leper, a mountebank of the irreparable.
Emil Cioran -
Much more than our other needs and endeavors, it is sexuality that puts us on an even footing with our kind: the more we practice it, the more we become like everyone else: it is in the performance of a reputedly bestial function that we prove our status as citizens: nothing is more public than the sexual act.
Emil Cioran
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A man who fears ridicule will never go far, for good or ill: he remains on this side of this talents, and even if he has genius, he is doomed to mediocrity.
Emil Cioran -
I have decided not to oppose anyone ever again, since I have noticed that I always end by resembling my latest enemy.
Emil Cioran -
Once you see that everything is unreal, you can't see why you should bother to prove it.
Emil Cioran -
Write books only if you are going to say in them the things you would never dare confide to anyone.
Emil Cioran -
We are all geniuses when we dream.
Emil Cioran -
What would be left of our tragedies if an insect were to present us his?
Emil Cioran
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Shame on the man who goes to his grave escorted by the miserable hopes that have kept him alive.
Emil Cioran -
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 Cioran -
A great step forward was made the day men understood that in order to torment one another more efficiently they would have to gather together, to organize themselves into a society.
Emil Cioran -
The curtain of the universe is moth-eaten, and through its holes we see nothing now but mask and ghost.
Emil Cioran -
To live... in any sense of the word... is to reject others; to accept them, one must renounce, do oneself violence.
Emil Cioran -
If I were to be totally sincere, I would say that I do not know why I live and why I do not stop living. The answer probably lies in the irrational character of life which maintains itself without reason.
Emil Cioran