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  • #1
    Emil M. Cioran
    “Sein heisst in der Klemme sein.”
    Emile M. Cioran, Zersplitternde Gewißheiten

  • #2
    Emil M. Cioran
    “It is of no importance to know who I am since some day I shall no longer be”—that is what each of us should answer those who bother about our identity and desire at any price to coop us up in a category or a definition.”
    Emil M. Cioran, Drawn and Quartered

  • #3
    Emil M. Cioran
    “O Real me dá asma.”
    Emil Cioran
    tags: real

  • #4
    Emil M. Cioran
    “My greed for agonies has made me die so many times that it strikes me as indecent to keep on abusing a corpse from which I can get nothing more.”
    Emil M. Cioran

  • #5
    Emil M. Cioran
    “My weaknesses have spoiled my existence, but it is thanks to them that I exist,”
    Emil M. Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born

  • #6
    Emil M. Cioran
    “my nature forces me to drift, to remain forever in the equivocal,”
    Emil M. Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born

  • #7
    Emil M. Cioran
    “If I have been able to hold out till now, it is because each blow, which seemed intolerable at the time, was followed by a second which was worse,”
    Emil M. Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born

  • #8
    Emil M. Cioran
    “Have you worn out the human within you ?”
    Emil Cioran

  • #9
    Emil M. Cioran
    “[…] I long to rest from myself.”
    Emil Cioran

  • #10
    Emil M. Cioran
    “When I despise myself, I tell myself, in order to shore up my confidence, that after all, I have managed to maintain myself in being or in a semblance of being, with a perception of things that very few could have endured.”
    Emil Cioran

  • #11
    Emil M. Cioran
    “One always perishes by the self one assumes: to bear a name is to claim an exact mode of collapse.”
    Emil M. Cioran, The Temptation to Exist

  • #12
    Emil M. Cioran
    “Where are my sensations? They have melted into . . . me, and what is this me, this self, but the sum of these evaporated sensations?”
    Emil M. Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born

  • #13
    Emil M. Cioran
    “When there is no longer anyone to talk to, at last we will be as we were before stooping to a name.”
    Emil M. Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born

  • #14
    Emil M. Cioran
    “When you no longer feel human at all, and yet still love, the contradiction grows into suffering.”
    Emil Cioran

  • #15
    Emil M. Cioran
    “There is no means of proving it is preferable to be than not to be.”
    Emil Cioran

  • #16
    Emil M. Cioran
    “No one has lived so close to his skeleton as I have lived to mine:”
    Emil M. Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born

  • #17
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “My words don't constitute permission or a prescription, and therefore there's no insult to your self-esteem.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, Demons

  • #18
    Criss Jami
    “When a man is penalized for honesty he learns to lie.”
    Criss Jami, Salomé: In Every Inch In Every Mile

  • #19
    Criss Jami
    “When good people consider you the bad guy, you develop a heart to help the bad ones. You actually understand them.”
    Criss Jami, Killosophy

  • #20
    Criss Jami
    “Absurdity is the ecstasy of intellectualism.”
    Criss Jami, Salomé: In Every Inch In Every Mile

  • #21
    Criss Jami
    “As a kid my heart would break for the villains.”
    Criss Jami, Killosophy

  • #22
    Franz Kafka
    “Auch ist es vielleicht nicht eigentlich Liebe wenn ich sage, daß Du mir das Liebste bist; Liebe ist, dass Du mir das Messer bist, mit dem ich in mir wühle.

    An Milena Jesenska (14. September 1920)”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #23
    Franz Kafka
    “I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #24
    Franz Kafka
    “I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #25
    Franz Kafka
    “And don't demand any sincerity from me, Milena. No one can demand it from me more than I myself and yet many things elude me, I'm sure, perhaps everything eludes me.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #26
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “But then I have long since grown accustomed to the thought that what we call dreams is semi-reality, the promise of reality, a foreglimpse and a whiff of it; that is they contain, in a very vague, diluted state, more genuine reality than our vaunted waking life which, in its turn, is semi-sleep, an evil drowsiness into which penetrate in grotesque disguise the sounds and sights of the real world, flowing beyond the periphery of the mind—as when you hear during sleep a dreadful insidious tale because a branch is scraping on the pane, or see yourself sinking into snow because your blanket is sliding off.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading

  • #27
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “For life has worn me down: continual uneasiness, concealment of my knowledge, pretense, fear, a painful straining of all my nerves—not to let down, not to ring out … and even to this day I still feel an ache in that part of my memory where the very beginning of this effort is recorded, that is, the occasion when I first understood that things which to me had seemed natural were actually forbidden, impossible, that any thought of them was criminal.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading

  • #28
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “. . . and in the end the logical thing would be to give up and I would give up if I were laboring for a reader today, but as there is in the world not a single human who can speak my language; or, more simply, not a single human who can speak; or, even more simply, not a single human; I must think only of myself, of that force which urges me to express myself. I repeat: there is something I know, there is something I know, there is something...”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading

  • #29
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “In spite of everything I love you, and will go on loving you–on my knees, with my shoulders drawn back, showing my heels to the headsman and straining my goose neck–even then. And afterwards–perhaps most of all afterwards–I shall love you, and one day we shall have a real, all-embracing explanation, and then perhaps we shall somehow fit together, you and I… we shall connect the points… and you and I shall form that unique design for which I yearn.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading

  • #30
    Samuel Beckett
    “You're on earth. There's no cure for that”
    Samuel Beckett



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