Emil Cioran Quotes

Despair is the price one pays for self-awareness. Look deeply into life, and you'll always find despair.

There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.

We are overcome by anguish at this illogical moment of humanity.

There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why,--when it did not seem worthwhile to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation.

I wanted to understand pain and the human condition, which is full of pain and regret and sadness - and some happiness, if you're lucky.

The destructive character lives from the feeling, not that life is worth living, but that suicide is not worth the trouble.

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

O witches, O misery, O hate, to you has my treasure been entrusted! I contrived to purge my mind of all human hope. On all joy, to strangle it, I pounced with the strength of a wild beast. I called to the plagues to smother me in blood, in sand, misfortune was my God.

Broke with nothing to live for and damn ready to die young. I'm the shadow behind the gun, look what I've become.

God, I felt like hell tonight, tears of rage I cannot fight.

hate blows a bubble of despair into hugeness world system universe and bang -fear buries a tomorrow under woe and up comes yesterday most green and young

My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.

I wish I had never been born--there or anywhere else.

She suffers according to the digits of my hate. I hear the filaments of alabaster. I would lie down with them and lift my madness off like a wig. I would lie outside in a room of wool and let the snow cover me. Paris white or flake white or argentine, all in the washbasin of my mouth, calling “Oh.” I am empty. I am witless. Death is here. There is no other settlement.

All the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain i feel inside, its like I'm living just to die.

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.

Not to be born surpasses all reckoning. The next best thing by far, when one has been born is to go back as swiftly as possible whence one came.

There's your labyrinth of suffering. We are all going. Find your way out of that maze.

To be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or guess at anything but that world is not merely hell but the only possible damnation: the act of a man damning himself. It may be

It is certain that we cannot escape anguish, for we are anguish.

In the nineteenth century the problem was that God is dead. In the twentieth century the problem is that man is dead.

In the world of the present, in our time, we feel that suffering, anguish, the torments of body and soul, are greater than ever before in the history of mankind.

Kafka: cries of helplessness in twenty powerful volumes.