149 ordspråk av Emile M. Cioran
Emile M. Cioran
Truths begin by a conflict with the police- and end by calling them in.
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Tyranny destroys or strengthens the individual; freedom enervates him, until he becomes no more than a puppet. Man has more chances of saving himself by hell than by paradise.
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Tyranny is just what one can develop a taste for, since it so happens that man prefers to wallow in fear rather than to face the anguish of being himself.
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Under each formula lies a corpse.
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We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.
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We are born to Exist, not to know, to be, not to assert ourselves.
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We change ideas like neckties.
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We define only out of despair, we must have a formula... to give a facade tot he void.
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We die in proportion to the words we fling around us.
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We inhabit a language rather than a country.
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We interest others by the misfortune we spread around us.
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We understand God by everything in ourselves that is fragmentary, incomplete, and inopportune.
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Were we to undertake an exhaustive self-scrutiny, disgust would paralyze us, we would be doomed to a thankless existence.
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What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity?
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What is pity but the vice of kindness.
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