Emil Cioran Quotes

What I need is to express my passion for life... It's movement I'm interested in, the life in me, the life in humanity.

True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness in love, but there is also always some reason in madness.

No one knows exactly where thought comes from, but it can be said that thought comes from the same place as whatever it is that beats our heart... it comes from being alive.

We derive our vitality from our store of madness.

Fanatics are picturesque, mankind would rather see gestures than listen to reasons.

Every artist is an artist, and every heartbeat is a heartbeat.

We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.

The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.

To live is like to love - all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.

Energy is the key to creativity. Energy is the key to life.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

The blood is the life!

I love writing, it's the center of my life. If you don't love what you do, you'd better find something else to love. Otherwise, you don't have a reason for living.

Some people say talent is energy and that's a very interesting way of thinking about it. In other words, people with talent have a lot of energy.

Inspiration is the richest nation I know, the most powerful on earth. Sexual energy Freud calls it; the capital of desire I call it; it pays for both mental and physical expenditure.

Whatever a human being makes and makes live, it lives because of the life he puts into it.

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.

Art does not tolerate reason.

Love is exactly as strong as life.

Youth is a continual intoxication; it is the fever of reason.

I used many times to touch my own chest and feel, under its asthmatic quiver, the engine of the heart and lungs and blood and feel amazed at what I sensed was the enormity of the power I possessed. Not magical power, but real power. The power simply to go on, the power to endure, that is power enough, but I felt I had also the power to create, to add, to delight, to amaze and to transform.

No life is complete without a touch of madness.

In the end it all comes down to enthusiasm. Your creativity is basically your expression of God-force.

Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame.

The babe in arms is a channel through which the energies we call fate, love, and reason visibly stream.