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As art sinks into paralysis, artists multiply. This anomaly ceases to be one if we realize that art, on its way to exhaustion, has become both impossible and easy.
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Dead of night. No one, nothing but the society of the moments. Each pretends to keep us company, then escapes - desertion after desertion.
Emil Cioran
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Not content with real sufferings, the anxious man imposes imaginary ones on himself; he is a being for whom unreality exists, must exist; otherwise where would he obtain the ration of torment his nature demands?
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What anxiety when one is not sure of one's doubts or wonders: are these actually doubts?
Emil Cioran -
To devastate by language, to blow up the word and with it the world.
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The refutation of suicide: is it not inelegant to abandon a world which has so willingly put itself at the service of our melancholy?
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Even when he turns from religion, man remains subject to it; depleting himself to create false gods, he then feverishly adopts them; his need for fiction, for mythology triumphs over evidence and absurdity alike.
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If there is anyone who owes everything to Bach, it is certainly God.
Emil Cioran
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The real, the unique misfortune: to see the light of day. A disaster which dates back to aggressiveness, to the seed of expansion and rage within origins, to the tendency to the worst which first shook them up.
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The need to devour oneself absolves one of the need to believe.
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Our place is somewhere between being and nonbeing - between two fictions.
Emil Cioran -
The feeling of being ten thousand years behind, or ahead, of the others, of belonging to the beginnings or to the end of humanity…
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Born in a prison, with burdens on our shoulders and our thoughts, we could not reach the end of a single day if the possibilities of ending it all did not incite us to begin the next day all over again.
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What am I, other than a chance in the infinite probabilities of not having been!
Emil Cioran
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'What's wrong - what's the matter with you?' Nothing, nothing's the matter, I've merely taken a leap outside my fate, and now I don't know where to turn, what to run for...
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In a single second we do away with all seconds; God himself could not do as much.
Emil Cioran -
So long as man is protected by madness he functions and flourishes, but when he frees himself from the fruitful tyranny of fixed ideas, he is lost, ruined.
Emil Cioran -
From the cradle to the grave, each individual pays for the sin of not being God. That's why life is an uninterrupted religious crisis, superficial for believers, shattering for doubters.
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Three in the morning. I realize this second, then this one, then the next: I draw up the balance sheet for each minute. And why all this? Because I was born. It is a special type of sleeplessness that produces the indictment of birth.
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The poor, by thinking unceasingly of money, reach the point of losing the spiritual advantages of non-possession, thereby sinking as low as the rich.
Emil Cioran
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To think we could have spared ourselves from living all that we have lived!
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What pride to discover that nothing belongs to you - what a revelation.
Emil Cioran -
Fortunate those who, born before science, were privileged to die of their first disease!
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Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.
Emil Cioran