Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me. Emile M. Cioran More Quotes by Emile M. Cioran More Quotes From Emile M. Cioran Maniacs of Procreation, bipeds with devalued faces, we have lost all appeal for each other. Emile M. Cioran appealsfaceslost Were we to undertake an exhaustive self-scrutiny, disgust would paralyze us, we would be doomed to a thankless existence. Emile M. Cioran scrutinyselfwould-be To think is to take a cunning revenge in which we camouflage our baseness and conceal our lower instincts. Emile M. Cioran camouflagerevengethinking To devastate by language, to blow up the word and with it the world. Emile M. Cioran languageblowworld One is and remains a slave as long as one is not cured of hoping. Emile M. Cioran remainsslavelong What a pity that 'nothingness' has been devalued by an abuse of it made by philosophers unworthy of it! Emile M. Cioran philosopherpityabuse Illusion begets and sustains the world; we do not destroy one without destroying the other. Which is what I do every day. An apparently ineffectual operation, since I must begin all over again the next day. Emile M. Cioran illusionnext-dayworld Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us. Emile M. Cioran misanthropykindsecret We must suffer to the end, to the moment when we stop believing in suffering. Emile M. Cioran momentssufferingbelieve I try--without success--to stop finding reasons for vanity in anything. When I happen to manage it nonetheless, I feel that I no longer belong to the mortal gang. I am above everything then, above the gods themselves. Perhaps that is what death is: a sensation of great, of extreme superiority. Emile M. Cioran gangvanitytrying As art sinks into paralysis, artists multiply. This anomaly ceases to be one if we realize that art, on its way to exhaustion, has become both impossible and easy. Emile M. Cioran anomalieswayart
