« Mystery. A word that we use to deceive others, to make them believe that we are deeper than them. »
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Emil Michel Cioran
Syllogismes de l’amertume |
Emil Michel Cioran
Syllogismes de l’amertume
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« If love was not insoluble mixture of infinite delicacy and premeditated crime, as it would be easy to reduce it to a Word! But the suffering of love beyond the tragedies of Job... Eroticism is an ethereal leprosy... »
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Emil Michel Cioran
Le Crépuscule des pensées |
Emil Michel Cioran
Le Crépuscule des pensées
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« By allowing the man, nature has made a lot more than a calculation error: an attack on itself. »
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Emil Michel Cioran
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Emil Michel Cioran
(Source unknown)
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