Where are my sensations? They have melted into... me, and what is this me, this self, but the sum of these evaporated… — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
All the concessions we make to Eros are holes in our desire for the absolute. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Fear can supplant our real problems only to the extent -unwilling either to assimilate or to exhaust it -we perpetuate it within… — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Illusion begets and sustains the world; we do not destroy one without destroying the other. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
That history just unfolds, independently of a specified direction, of a goal, no one is willing to admit. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
The sole means of protecting your solitude is to offend everyone, beginning with those you love. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
If there is anyone who owes everything to Bach, it is certainly God. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Far from diminishing the appetite for power, suffering exasperates it. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
For you who no longer possess it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
The more one has suffered, the less one demands. To protest is a sign one has traversed no hell. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
To read is to let someone else work for you - the most delicate form of exploitation. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Utopia is a mixture of childish rationalism and secularized angelism. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
To devastate by language, to blow up the word and with it the world. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity? — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Progress is the injustice each generation commits with regard to its predecessors. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
To defy heredity is to defy billions of years, to defy the first cell — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
A people represents not so much an aggregate of ideas and theories as of obsessions. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
"The Holy Ghost," Luther instructs us, "is not a skeptic." Not everyone can be, and that is really too bad. — 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 death! — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
If each of us were to confess his most secret desire, the one that inspires all his plans, all his actions, he would say:… — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed… — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Let us not be needlessly bitter: certain failures are sometimes fruitful. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
