Cortez the Killer
When I happen to be busy, I never give a moment’s thought to the “meaning” of anything, particularly of whatever it is I am doing. A proof that the secret of everything is in action and not in abstention, that fatal cause of consciousness.
E. M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born
To stretch out in a field, to smell the earth and tell yourself it is the end as well as the hope of our dejections, that it would be futile to search for anything better to rest on, to dissolve into….
E. M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born
This craving to revise our enthusiasms, to change idols, to pray elsewhere
E. M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born
We should never deprive ourselves, I forget who once remarked, of the “pleasures of piety.” Has religion ever been justified more delicately?
E. M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born
I once remarked to an Italian friend that the Latin peoples are without secrecy—too open, too garrulous—and that I preferred nations ravaged by timidity, adding that a writer who has failed to know it in his life is worthless in his writings. “You’re right,” he answered. “When we describe our experiences in our books, there is a lack of intensity, and of extension, for we have already told them a hundred times before.” Whereupon we talked about the literature of femininity, of its absence of mystery in countries where the salon and the confessional prevail.
E. M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born
If we could see ourselves as others see us, we would vanish on the spot.
E. M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born

dailynietzsche:

“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look long into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.”

—F. Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, §146.

As a young man, I bored myself to death, but I believed in myself. If I had no suspicion of the dreary creature I was to become, I knew nonetheless that, whatever happened, Perplexity would not desert me, that it would keep watch over my years with all the zeal and exactitude of Providence.
E. M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born
The older I grow, the less I react to frenzy, delirium. My taste, among thinkers, now goes only to extinct volcanoes.
E. M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born
"What are you waiting for in order to give up?" —Each sickness sends us a summons disguised as a question. We play deaf, even as we realize that the game is played out and that next time we must have the courage, at last, to capitulate.
E. M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born
Firsthand thinkers meditate upon things; the others upon problems. We must live face to face with being, and not with the mind.
E. M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born
Suddenly feeling that you know as much as God about anything and everything and quite as suddenly seeing this sensation vanish…
E. M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born
Pure time, time decanted, freed of events, beings, and things, appears only at certain moments of the night, when you feel it coming on, with the on intention of sweeping you off toward an exemplary catastrophe.
E. M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born
The more you are a victim of contradictory impulses, the less you know which to yield to. To lack character—precisely that and nothing but.
E. M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born