“There are nights that the most ingenious torturers could not have invented. We emerge from them in pieces, stupid, dazed, with neither memories nor anticipations, and without even knowing who we are. And it is then that the day seems… — Emil M. Cioran Copy Share Image
“If we do not regard ourselves as entrusted with a mission, existence is difficult; action, impossible.” — Emil M. Cioran Copy Share Image
“In the fact of being born there is such an absence of necessity that when you think about it a little more than usual,… — Emil M. Cioran Copy Share Image
“Filming a scene, there are countless takes of the same incident. Someone watching in the street - obviously a provincial - can't get over… — Emil M. Cioran Copy Share Image
“If I reflect on any moment of my life, the most feverish or the most neutral, what remains? — and what difference is there… — Emil M. Cioran Copy Share Image
“You’re against everything that’s been done since the last war,” said the very up-to-date lady. “You’ve got the wrong date: I’m against everything that’s… — Emil M. Cioran Copy Share Image
“Call it insensitivity or a passion for remorse, I have never undertaken to rescue what little Absolute this world contains.” — Emil M. Cioran Copy Share Image
“Nothing more aggravating than a seamless, unremitting irony which leaves you no time to breathe and still less to think; which instead of being… — Emil M. Cioran Copy Share Image
“What makes bad poets worse is that they read only poets (just as bad philosophers read only philosophers), whereas they would benefit much more… — Emil M. Cioran Copy Share Image
“The worst crimes are committed out of enthusiasm, a morbid state responsible for almost all public and private disasters.” — Emil M. Cioran Copy Share Image
“There is nothing to say about anything. So there can be no limit to the number of books.” — Emil M. Cioran Copy Share Image
“Every form of haste, even toward the good, betrays some mental disorder.” — Emil M. Cioran Copy Share Image
“The emphasis on birth is no more than the craving for the insoluble carried to the point of insanity.” — Emil M. Cioran Copy Share Image
