“I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.”
“There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.”
“If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I am living for, in detail, ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the thing I want to live for.”
“They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.”
“I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.”
“If I were to be totally sincere, I would say that I do not know why I live and why I do not stop living. The answer probably lies in the irrational character of life which maintains itself without reason.”
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Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair (via
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“The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.”
