Emile M. Cioran — Philosophical Quotes

187 quotes · Philosopher, Essayist

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Emile M. Cioran Quotes

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Emile M. Cioran

Philosopher, Essayist

Philosophical

“Man started out on the wrong foot. The misadventure in paradise was the first consequence. The rest had to follow.”

Men Feet Paradise

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Emile M. Cioran

Philosopher, Essayist

Philosophical

“The more intense a spiritual leader's appetite for power, the more he is concerned to limit it to others.”

Spiritual Leader Limits

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Philosophical

“True moral elegance consists in the art of disguising one's victories as defeats.”

Art Moral

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Philosophical

“History proves nothing because it contains everything.”

History Prove

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Philosophical

“Only superficial minds approach an idea with delicacy.”

Ideas Mind Delicacy

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Philosophical

“All the concessions we make to Eros are holes in our desire for the absolute.”

Desire Holes

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Philosophical

“If there is anyone who owes everything to Bach, it is certainly God.”

Ifs

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Philosophical

“All philosophers should end their days at Pythia's feet. There is only one philosophy, that of unique moments.”

Philosophy Feet Unique

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Philosophical

“Every profound dissatisfaction is of a religious nature: our failures derive from our incapacity to conceive of paradise and to aspire to it, as our discomforts from the fragility of our relations with the absolute.”

Religious Profound Paradise

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Philosophical

“It has been a long time since philosophers have read men's souls. It is not their task, we are told. Perhaps. But we must not be surprised if they no longer matter much to us.”

Men Long Soul

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Philosophical

“Afflicted with existence, each man endures like an animal the consequences which proceed from it. Thus, in a world where everything is detestable, hatred becomes huger than the world and, having transcended its object, cancels itself out.”

Men Hate Animal

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Philosophical

“Consider love: is there a nobler outpouring, a rapture less suspect? Its shudders rival music, compete with the tears of solitude and of ecstasy: sublime...but a sublimity inseperable from the urinary tract: transports bordering upon excretion, a heaven of the glands, sudden sancitity of the orifices. It takes no more than a moment of attention for this intoxication, shaken, to cast you back into the ordures of physiology or a moment of fatigue to recognize that so much ardor produces only a variety of mucous.”

Love Is Heaven Solitude

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