“At bottom, for me, the act of writing is a sort of dialogue with God. I say with God, but I am… — Emil Cioran Copy Share Image
“It is a mistake to think of the expatriate as someone who abdicates, who withdraws and humbles himself, resigned to his miseries,… — Emil Cioran Copy Share Image
“In Buddhist writings, mention is often made of “the abyss of birth." An abyss indeed, a gulf into which we do not… — Emil Cioran Copy Share Image
“Once we reject lyricism, to blacken a page becomes an ordeal: what’s the use of writing in order to say exactly what… — Emil Cioran Copy Share Image
“If only we could reach back before the concept, could write on a level with the senses, record the infinitesimal variations of… — 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… — Emil Cioran Copy Share Image
“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… — Emil Cioran Copy Share Image
“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
