Zitat des Tages von Emil Cioran:
I'm simply an accident. Why take it all so seriously?
Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown.
We are born to Exist, not to know, to be, not to assert ourselves.
For you who no longer posses it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.
If, at the limit, you can rule without crime, you cannot do so without injustices.
Our works, whatever they may be, derive from our incapacity to kill or to kill ourselves.
No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.
Tolerance - the function of an extinguished ardor - tolerance cannot seduce the young.
Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.
Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea.
Each concession we make is accompanied by an inner diminution of which we are not immediately conscious.
Sperm is a bandit in its pure state.
Philosophers write for professors; thinkers for writers.
To Live signifies to believe and hope - to lie and to lie to oneself.
The more we try to rest ourselves from our Egos, the deeper we sink into it.
One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That is our country, our fatherland - and no other.
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.
Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.
The capital phenomenon, the most catastrophic disaster, is uninterrupted sleeplessness, that nothingness without release.
A marvel that has nothing to offer, democracy is at once a nation's paradise and its tomb.
God - a disease we imagine we are cured of because no one dies of it nowadays.
The fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth.
If we could see ourselves as others see us, we would vanish on the spot.
Under each formula lies a corpse.
Philosophy: Impersonal anxiety; refuge among anemic ideas.
Everything is pathology, except for indifference.
We interest others by the misfortune we spread around us.
Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed myself.
In a republic, that paradise of debility, the politician is a petty tyrant who obeys the laws.
My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.
We derive our vitality from our store of madness.
Since all life is futility, then the decision to exist must be the most irrational of all.
The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.
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.
I have no nationality - the best possible status for an intellectual.
Our first intuitions are the true ones.