“A foretold misfortune, when at last it occurs, is ten, is a hundred times harder to endure than one we did not expect. All during our apprehensions, we lived through it in advance, and when it happens these past torments… — 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
