Emile M. Cioran

We die in proportion to the words we fling around us. ↗

— Emile M. Cioran

#die #fling #proportion #us #words

We interest others by the misfortune we spread around us. ↗

— Emile M. Cioran

#interest #misfortune #others #spread #us

We understand God by everything in ourselves that is fragmentary, incomplete, and inopportune. ↗

— Emile M. Cioran

#fragmentary #god #incomplete #ourselves #understand

We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope of someday meeting someone worse off than ourselves. ↗

— Emile M. Cioran

#did #hope #human #human beings #interested

What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity? ↗

— Emile M. Cioran

#eternity #future #half #infatuated #man

When we cannot be delivered from ourselves, we delight in devouring ourselves. ↗

— Emile M. Cioran

#delight #delivered #devouring #ourselves #we cannot

Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea. ↗

— Emile M. Cioran

#panacea #poison #power #synthesis #tonic

Our first intuitions are the true ones. ↗

— Emile M. Cioran

#intuitions #ones #our #true

Word - that invisible dagger. ↗

— Emile M. Cioran

#invisible #word

Ambition is a drug that makes its addicts potential madmen. ↗

— Emile M. Cioran

#madmen #makes #potential