Emil Cioran idézet
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Emil Cioran román-francia filozófus és író.

✵ 8. április 1911 – 20. június 1995
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Emil Cioran idézet: „Lenni vagy nem lenni? Egyik sem!”

Emil Cioran: Idézetek angolul

“Society: an inferno of saviors!”

Emil M. Cioran könyv A Short History of Decay

A Short History of Decay (1949)

“One cannot live without motives. I have no motives left, and I am living.”

Emil M. Cioran könyv The Trouble With Being Born

The Trouble With Being Born (1973)

“What are you waiting for in order to give up?”

Emil M. Cioran könyv The Trouble With Being Born

The Trouble With Being Born (1973)

“But, braggart demons, we postpone our end: how could we renounce the display of our freedom, the show of our pride?”

Emil M. Cioran könyv A Short History of Decay

Forrás: A Short History of Decay (1949)

“Man starts over again everyday, in spite of all he knows, against all he knows.”

Emil M. Cioran könyv A Short History of Decay

A Short History of Decay (1949)

“Chaos is rejecting all you have learned. Chaos is being yourself.”

Emil M. Cioran könyv A Short History of Decay

Forrás: A Short History of Decay (1949)

“Tears do not burn except in solitude.”

Forrás: On the Heights of Despair (1934)

“No matter which way we go, it is no better than any other. It is all the same whether you achieve something or not, have faith or not, just as it is all the same whether you cry or remain silent.”

Forrás: On the Heights of Despair (1934)
Kontextus: Everything is possible, and yet nothing is. All is permitted, and yet again, nothing. No matter which way we go, it is no better than any other. It is all the same whether you achieve something or not, have faith or not, just as it’s all the same whether you cry or remain silent. There is an explanation for everything, and yet there is none. Everything is both real and unreal, normal and absurd, splendid and insipid. There is nothing worth more than anything else, nor any idea better than any other. Why grow sad from one’s sadness and delight in one’s joy? What does it matter whether our tears come from pleasure or pain? Love your unhappiness and hate your happiness, mix everything up, scramble it all! Be a snowflake dancing in the air, a flower floating downstream! Have courage when you don’t need to, and be a coward when you must be brave! Who knows? You may still be a winner! And if you lose, does it really matter? Is there anything to win in this world? All gain is loss, all loss is gain. Why always expect a definite stance, clear ideas, meaningful words? I feel as if I should spout fire in response to all the questions which were ever put, or not put, to me.