Showing posts with label E. M. Cioran. Show all posts
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Saturday, September 10, 2022


E. M. CIORAN
All Gall Is Divided
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Models of style: The swearword, the telegram, the epitaph.


Thursday, September 1, 2022


E. M. CIORAN
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The best of myself, that point of light which distances me from everything, I owe to my infrequent encounters with a few bitter fools, a few disconsolate bastards, who, victims of the rigor of their cynicism, could no longer attach themselves to any vice.


Wednesday, October 13, 2021

E. M. CIORAN
On the Heights of Despair
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As far as I am concerned, I resign from humanity. I no longer want to be, nor can still be, a man. What should I do? Work for a social and political system, make a girl miserable? Hunt for weaknesses in philosophical systems, fight for moral and esthetic ideals? It’s all too little. I renounce my humanity even though I may find myself alone. But am I not already alone in this world from which I no longer expect anything?