“True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.”
― Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair, 1934
“True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.”
― Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair, 1934
But I probably couldn’t get it right. Emil Cioran totally rocked the mad philosopher look. It’s a wonder he could be so dour with hair so goddamned awesome. If I had hair like that, I would celebrate right along with it.
“Man starts over again everyday, in spite of all he knows, against all he knows.”
— Emil Cioran, A Short History of Decay, 1949
“Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.”
— Emil Cioran
Scaffolds, dungeons, jails flourish only in the shadow of a faith — of that need to believe which has infested the mind forever. The devil pales beside the man who owns a truth, his truth. We are unfair to a Nero, a Tiberius: it was not they who invented the concept heretic: they were only degenerate dreamers who happened to be entertained by massacres.
The real criminals are men who establish an orthodoxy on the religious or political level, men who distinguish between the faithful and the schismatic.
— Emil Cioran
“Knowledge is the plague of life, and consciousness, an open wound in its heart.”
— Emil Cioran