The desire to die was my one and only concern to it I have sacrificed everything, even death. Emile M. Cioran on death
Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown. Emile M. Cioran on death
The fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth. Emile M. Cioran on fear
Crime in full glory consolidates authority by the sacred fear it inspires. Emile M. Cioran on fear
Isn't history ultimately the result of our fear of boredom? Emile M. Cioran on fear
No one can enjoy freedom without trembling. Emile M. Cioran on freedom
For you who no longer posses it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion. Emile M. Cioran on freedom
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. Emile M. Cioran on freedom
What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity? Emile M. Cioran on future
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. Emile M. Cioran on future
Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness. Emile M. Cioran on happiness
Isn't history ultimately the result of our fear of boredom? Emile M. Cioran on history
To Live signifies to believe and hope - to lie and to lie to oneself. Emile M. Cioran on hope
We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope of someday meeting someone worse off than ourselves. Emile M. Cioran on hope
Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and memory. Emile M. Cioran on imagination
Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers. Emile M. Cioran on intelligence
Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion. Emile M. Cioran on jealousy
What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name - and moving on. Emile M. Cioran on movingon
Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness. Emile M. Cioran on music
Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea. Emile M. Cioran on power