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Emile M. Cioran

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