149 ordspråk av Emile M. Cioran
Emile M. Cioran
Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, Chaos is being yourself.
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Consciousness is nature's nightmare.
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Crime in full glory consolidates authority by the sacred fear it inspires.
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Criticism is a misconception: we must read not to understand others but to understand ourselves.
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Each concession we make is accompanied by an inner diminution of which we are not immediately conscious.
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Each of us must pay for the slightest damage he inflicts upon a universe created for indifference and stagnation, sooner or later, he will regret not having left it intact.
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Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.
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Everything is pathology, except for indifference.
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Fear can supplant our real problems only to the extent - unwilling either to assimilate or to exhaust it - we perpetuate it within ourselves like a temptation and enthrone it at the very heart of our solitude.
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For you who no longer posses it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.
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Freedom can be manifested only in the void of beliefs, in the absence of axioms, and only where the laws have no more authority than a hypothesis.
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Glory - once achieved, what is it worth?
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I foresee the day when we shall read nothing but telegrams and prayers.
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I have always lived with the awareness of the impossibility of living. And what has made existence endurable to me is my curiosity as to how I would get from one minute, one day, one year to the next.
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I have no nationality - the best possible status for an intellectual.
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