“My memories, with images by Botticelli and harmonies by Mozart, of returning from a far away place, of the time when my tears were acts of worshiping the sun… All these melancholies awaken my angelic places of the past, solitary… — Emil Cioran Copy Share Image
“Eu nu am idei ci obsesii. Idei poate avea oricine. Nimeni nu s-a prăbușit din cauza ideilor.” — Emil Cioran Copy Share Image
“For a long while I have lived with the notion that I was the most normal being that ever existed. This notion gave me the taste, even the passion for being unproductive: what was the use of being prized in a world inhabited by madmen, a world mired in mania and stupidity? For whom was one to bother, and to… — Emil Cioran Copy Share
“Natura s-a arătat darnică numai cu cei pe care i-a scutit de obsesia morţii. Dacă-i firesc să mori, nu-i deloc firesc să zaboveşti asupra… — Emil Cioran Copy Share Image
“Having always lived in fear of being surprised by the worst, I have tried in every circumstance to get a head start, flinging myself… — Emil Cioran Copy Share Image
“We had nothing to say to one another, and while I was manufacturing my phrases I felt that earth was falling through space and… — Emil Cioran Copy Share Image
“It is no sign of benediction to have been obsessed with the lives of saints, for it is an obsession intertwined with a taste for maladies and hunger for depravities. One only troubles oneself with saints because one has been disappointed by the paradoxes of earthly life; one therefore searches out other paradoxes, more outlandish in guise, redolent of unknown… — Emil Cioran Copy Share
“His power to adore is responsible for all his crimes: a man who loves a god unduly forces other men to love his god,… — Emil Cioran Copy Share Image
One should live and die where one was born... I've been bored everywhere I went. What was the point of leaving Coasta Boacu? — Emil Cioran Copy Share Image
“I cannot imagine that there could be someone whose childhood could compare to mine. The sky and the earth belonged to me, literally, even… — Emil Cioran Copy Share Image
