Far from diminishing the appetite for power, suffering exasperates it. — Emile M. Cioran Appetite Copy Share Image
I dream of a language whose words, like fists, would fracture jaws. — Emile M. Cioran Dream Copy Share Image
Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and memory. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
To Live signifies to believe and hope - to lie and to lie to oneself. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about… — Emile M. Cioran Death Copy Share Image
On Creating — What we crave, what we want to see in others eyes, is that servile expression, an unconcealed infatuation with… — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
All philosophers should end their days at Pythia’s feet. There is only one philosophy, that of unique moments. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
To Foreswear vengeance is to chain oneself to forgiveness, to flounder in pardon, to be tainted by the hatred smothered within. — Emile M. Cioran Chains Copy Share Image
A sudden silence in the middle of a conversation suddenly brings us back to essentials: it reveals how dearly we must pay… — Emile M. Cioran Communication Copy Share Image
Transmitting one's flaws [through procreation] to someone else is a crime. I could never consent to give life to someone who would… — Emile M. Cioran Ailments Copy Share Image
The fanatic is incorruptible: if he kills for an idea, he can just as well get himself killed for one; in either… — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
All great ideas should be followed by an exclamation mark - a warning signal similar to the skull and crossbones drawn on… — Emile M. Cioran Exclamation Copy Share Image
Ideas should be neutral. But man animates them with his passions and folly. Impure and turned into beliefs, they take on the… — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Just as ecstasy purifies you of the particular and the contingent, leaving nothing except light and darkness, so insomnia kills off the… — Emile M. Cioran Darkness Copy Share Image
To exist is equivalent to an act of faith, a protest against the truth, an interminable prayer. As soon as they consent… — Emile M. Cioran Consent Copy Share Image
The literary man? An indiscreet man, who devaluates his miseries, divulges them, tells them like so many beads: immodesty-the sideshow of second… — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Does our ferocity not derive from the fact that our instincts are all too interested in other people? If we attended more… — Emile M. Cioran Aggression Copy Share Image
I would like to go mad on one condition, namely, that I would become a happy madman, lively and always in a… — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
What would be left of our tragedies if an insect were to present us his? — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
I don’t understand how people can believe in God, even when I myself think of him everyday. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
“We feel safer with a madman who talks than with one who cannot open his mouth.” — Emile M. Cioran Madman Copy Share Image
The task of the solitary man is to be even more solitary. — Emile M. Cioran Solitary Copy Share Image
I do not want to see BP nickel and diming these businesses that are having a tough time. — Emile M. Cioran Business Copy Share Image
We must suffer to the end, to the moment when we stop believing in suffering. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
My enthusiasms...constitute my reserves, my unexploited resources, perhaps my future. — Emile M. Cioran Enthusiasm Copy Share Image
Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it. — Emile M. Cioran Disaster Copy Share Image
Ideas come as you walk, Nietzsche said. Walking dissipates thoughts, Shankara taught. — Emile M. Cioran Ideas Copy Share Image
What pride to discover that nothing belongs to you - what a revelation. — Emile M. Cioran Pride Copy Share Image
So long as man is protected by madness - he functions - and flourishes. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Lucidity's task: to attain a correct despair, an Olympian ferocity. — Emile M. Cioran Despair Copy Share Image
Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown. — Emile M. Cioran Death Copy Share Image