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Emil Cioran
7 months 2 days ago
Never unreal, Pain is a challenge to the universal fiction. What luck to be the only sensation granted a content, if not a meaning!
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7 months 2 days ago
One would have to be as unenlightened as an angel or an idiot to imagine that the human escapade could turn out well.
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7 months 2 days ago
Dead of night. No one, nothing but the society of the moments. Each pretends to keep us company, then escapes — desertion after desertion.
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7 months 2 days ago
To have grazed every form of failure, including success.
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7 months 2 days ago
The need to devour oneself absolves one of the need to believe.
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7 months 2 days ago
Since the only things we remember are humiliations and defeats, what is the use of all the rest?
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7 months 2 days ago
What is marvelous is that each day brings us a new reason to disappear.
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7 months 2 days ago
Opinions, yes; convictions, no. That is the point of departure for an intellectual pride.
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7 months 2 days ago
Love's great (and sole) originality is to make happiness indistinct from misery.
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7 months 2 days ago
One grasps incomparably more things in boredom than by labor, effort being the mortal enemy of meditation.
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