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“Society: an inferno of saviors!”
Emil M. Cioran kniha A Short History of Decay
A Short History of Decay (1949)
“One cannot live without motives. I have no motives left, and I am living.”
Emil M. Cioran kniha The Trouble With Being Born
The Trouble With Being Born (1973)
The New Gods (1969)
“Man is fulfilled only when he ceases to be man.”
Drawn and Quartered (1983)
“What are you waiting for in order to give up?”
Emil M. Cioran kniha The Trouble With Being Born
The Trouble With Being Born (1973)
Emil M. Cioran kniha A Short History of Decay
Zdroj: A Short History of Decay (1949)
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
Emil M. Cioran kniha History and Utopia
p. 70. https://books.google.com/books?id=5DuCDwAAQBAJ&pg=PT70 <br class="br">History and Utopia (1960)
“Man starts over again everyday, in spite of all he knows, against all he knows.”
Emil M. Cioran kniha A Short History of Decay
A Short History of Decay (1949)
“Chaos is rejecting all you have learned. Chaos is being yourself.”
Emil M. Cioran kniha A Short History of Decay
Zdroj: A Short History of Decay (1949)
“The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live — moreover, the only one.”
Anathemas and Admirations (1987)
“Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.”
Zdroj: All Gall Is Divided: Aphorisms
“Tears do not burn except in solitude.”
Zdroj: On the Heights of Despair (1934)
Zdroj: On the Heights of Despair (1934)
Kontext: Everything is possible, and yet nothing is. All is permitted, and yet again, nothing. No matter which way we go, it is no better than any other. It is all the same whether you achieve something or not, have faith or not, just as it’s all the same whether you cry or remain silent. There is an explanation for everything, and yet there is none. Everything is both real and unreal, normal and absurd, splendid and insipid. There is nothing worth more than anything else, nor any idea better than any other. Why grow sad from one’s sadness and delight in one’s joy? What does it matter whether our tears come from pleasure or pain? Love your unhappiness and hate your happiness, mix everything up, scramble it all! Be a snowflake dancing in the air, a flower floating downstream! Have courage when you don’t need to, and be a coward when you must be brave! Who knows? You may still be a winner! And if you lose, does it really matter? Is there anything to win in this world? All gain is loss, all loss is gain. Why always expect a definite stance, clear ideas, meaningful words? I feel as if I should spout fire in response to all the questions which were ever put, or not put, to me.
