“What misery a sensation is! Ecstasy itself, perhaps, is nothing more.” — Emil Cioran Copy Share Image
“We breathe too fast to be able to grasp things in themselves or to expose their fragility. Our panting postulates and distorts them, creates and disfigures them, and binds us to them. I bestir myself, therefore I emit a world… — 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
“For a long while I have lived with the notion that I was the most normal being that ever existed. This notion gave me… — 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
“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
“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
“It is no sign of benediction to have been obsessed with the lives of saints, for it is an obsession intertwined with a taste… — 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
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
“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
“Dispretul oamenilor ma intareste, si nu le cer decat o favoare - sa nu insemn nimic in ochii lor.” — Emil Cioran Copy Share
“Nobody would dare look at himself in the mirror, because a grotesque, tragic image would mix in the contours of his face with stains… — Emil Cioran Copy Share
“Since it is difficult to approve the reasons people invoke, each time we leave one of our 'fellow men', the question which comes to… — Emil Cioran Copy Share
