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« What distinguishes us from our predecessors, it's our recklessness with respect to the mystery. We have even name him; Thus was born the absurd. »
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Emil Michel Cioran
Syllogismes de l'amertume |
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Emil Michel Cioran
Syllogismes de l'amertume
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« For insomnia, I tell myself, as a consolation, that these hours of which I become aware, I bash them to nothingness, and that if I slept them, they would never mine, they would never have existed. »
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Emil Michel Cioran
(Source unknown) |
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Emil Michel Cioran
(Source unknown)
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« The french became a provincial language. The natives thrive. The wog, alone, is inconsolable. He alone takes the mourning of the shade. »
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Emil Michel Cioran
De l'aveu d'être né |
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Emil Michel Cioran
De l'aveu d'être né
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