Emile M. Cioran

Isn’t history ultimately the result of our fear of boredom…

The fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth…

Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness…

Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and memory…

To act is to anchor in an imminent future, so imminent it becomes almost tangible…

Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea…

Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers…

To Live signifies to believe and hope – to lie and to lie to oneself…

No one can enjoy freedom without trembling…

We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope…

Negation is the mind’s first freedom, yet a negative habit is fruitful only so long…

Jealousy – that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion…

What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated…

Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one…

For you who no longer posses it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it…