3 December 2020 Emile M. Cioran Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.
3 December 2020 Emile M. Cioran We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope of someday meeting someone worse off than ourselves.
3 December 2020 Emile M. Cioran Crime in full glory consolidates authority by the sacred fear it inspires.
3 December 2020 Emile M. Cioran Negation is the mind’s first freedom, yet a negative habit is fruitful only so long as we exert ourselves to overcome it, adapt it to our needs once acquired it can imprison us.
3 December 2020 Emile M. Cioran To Live signifies to believe and hope – to lie and to lie to oneself.
3 December 2020 Emile M. Cioran Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and memory.
3 December 2020 Emile M. Cioran The desire to die was my one and only concern to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.
3 December 2020 Emile M. Cioran The fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth.
3 December 2020 Emile M. Cioran What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity?
3 December 2020 Emile M. Cioran For you who no longer posses it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.
3 December 2020 Emile M. Cioran Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea.
3 December 2020 Emile M. Cioran What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name – and moving on.
3 December 2020 Emile M. Cioran Life inspires more dread than death – it is life which is the great unknown.
3 December 2020 Emile M. Cioran To act is to anchor in an imminent future, so imminent it becomes almost tangible to act is to feel you are consubstantial with that future.
