Emil Cioran Quotes

Who can judge another man's suffering?

Every horse thinks its own pack heaviest.

One of the most painful aspects of suffering is the loneliness of it. Others may offer support or empathy, but no one can walk the road to Moriah in our place.

Every one thinkes his sacke heaviest.

All people believe their suffering is greater than others.

Only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches.

I'm a very real person that has overcome a lot, so I think I'm relatable.

People know your tragedies and they treat you like you’re not human. Like you’re a three-headed goat. A monster from some other planet. They keep reminding you of your pain. You see how they look at me? They’re stuck on that person I used to be. They can’t see that old life as just a moment in time that I’ve moved on from. It was a horrible life.

It is the infirmity of our nature always to believe ourselves much more unhappy than those who groan by our sides!

The reminder that there are people who have worse troubles than you is not an effective pain-killer.

Tragedy is in the eye of the observer, and not in the heart of the sufferer.

We need empathy, we need the eyes that still can weep.

The healthy can't understand the emptied, the broken.

There is always someone worse off than yourself.

When you truly know the meaning of the word love, you will also know the meaning of the word pain.

If it hurts me, it must hurt the other ones twice as much.

each of us only feels the torn lining of his own coat and sees the wholeness of the other person's.

Unto a broken heart No other one may go Without the high prerogative Itself hath suffered too.

Every faculty in one man is the measure by which he judges of the like faculty in another. I judge of your sight by my sight, of your ear by my ear, of your reason by my reason, of your resentment by my resentment, of your love by my love. I neither have, nor can have, any other way of judging about them.

Sometimes, I get so consumed by depression that it is hard to believe that the whole world doesn't stop and suffer with me.

Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.

He is also a victim of some injustice; he usually tries to be alone, in order to show his pain to others.

I thought everyone would be familiar with this figure: if I'd studied a thing in school I assumed it was general knowledge. I hadn't yet discovered that I lived in a sort of transparent balloon, drifting over the world without making much contact with it, and that the people I knew appeared to me at a different angle from the one at which they appeared to themselves; and that the reverse was also true. I was smaller to others, up there in my balloon, than I was to myself. I was also blurrier.

There are other people who have it a lot worse

Great pain, when it is honored from the heart, opens into great understanding.