That history just unfolds, independently of a specified direction, of a goal, no one is willing to admit. Emile M. Cioran More Quotes by Emile M. Cioran More Quotes From Emile M. Cioran Better to be an animal than a man, an insect than an animal, a plant than an insect, and so on. Salvation? Whatever diminishes the kingdom of consciousness and compromises its supremacy. Emile M. Cioran kingdoms animal men Death makes no sense except to people who have passionately loved life. How can one die without having something to part from? Detachment is a negation of both life and death. Whoever has overcome his fear of death has also triumphed over life. For life is nothing but another word for this fear. Emile M. Cioran life-and-death overcoming people I don’t understand why we must do things in this world, why we must have friends and aspirations, hopes and dreams. Wouldn’t it be better to retreat to a faraway corner of the world, where all its noise and complications would be heard no more? Then we could renounce culture and ambitions; we would lose everything and gain nothing; for what is there to be gained from this world? Emile M. Cioran ambition would-be dream Utopia is a mixture of childish rationalism and secularized angelism. Emile M. Cioran rationalism utopia mixtures Not to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately, it is within no one's reach. Emile M. Cioran hate-life best-laid-plans life-sucks Man starts over again everyday, in spite of all he knows, against all he knows. Emile M. Cioran starting-over everyday men The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one. Emile M. Cioran meaning-of-life reason facts Imaginary pains are by far the most real we suffer, since we feel a constant need for them and invent them because there is no way of doing without them. Emile M. Cioran pain real suffering I would like to go mad on one condition, namely, that I would become a happy madman, lively and always in a good mood, without any troubles and obsessions, laughing senselessly from morning to night. Emile M. Cioran mad morning night I am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and poisons, consumed with love and hatred, killed by lights and shadows. My symbol is death of light and the flame of death. Sparks die in me only to be reborn as thunder and lightning. Darkness itself glows in me. Emile M. Cioran flames light hatred Only those moments count, when the desire to remain by yourself is so powerful that you'd prefer to blow your brains out than exchange a word with someone. Emile M. Cioran powerful blow brain No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one. Emile M. Cioran reincarnation born disease I do not forgive myself for being born. It is as if creeping into this world, I had profaned a mystery, betrayed some momentous pledge, committed a fault of nameless gravity. Emile M. Cioran betrayed forgiving world Let us not be needlessly bitter: certain failures are sometimes fruitful. Emile M. Cioran bitter events sometimes When people come to me saying they want to kill themselves, I tell them, "What’s your rush? You can kill yourself any time you like. So calm down. Suicide is a positive act." And they do calm down. Emile M. Cioran suicide want people Nothing sweeter than to drag oneself along behind events; and nothing more reasonable. But without a strong dose of madness, no initiative, no enterprise, no gesture. Reason: the rust of our vitality. It is the madman in us who forces us to adventure; once he abandons us, we are lost; everything depends on him, even our vegetative life; it is he who invites us, who obliges us to breathe, and it is also he who forces our blood to venture through our veins. Once he withdraws, we are alone indeed! We cannot be normal and alive at the same time. Emile M. Cioran strong adventure blood The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility. Emile M. Cioran suicidal suicide men Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities. Emile M. Cioran earth answers looks To accomplish nothing and die of the strain Emile M. Cioran accomplish-nothing strain accomplish When we cannot be delivered from ourselves, we delight in devouring ourselves. Emile M. Cioran devouring delight
