Quote

Thinking should be like musical meditation. Has any philosopher pursued a thought to its limits the way Bach or Beethoven develop and exhaust a musical theme? Even after having read the most profound thinkers, one still feels the need to begin anew. Only music gives definitive answers.

Emile M. Cioran

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Emile M. Cioran
Thinking
Still
Limits
Thinkers
Like
Music
Begin
Pursued
Need
Meditation
Thinker
Feels
Gives
Theme
Exhaust
Giving
Answers
Philosopher
Definitive
Needs
Read
Develop
Bach
Even
Thought
Profound
Beethoven
Way
Stills
Musical
Anew

More quotes by Emile M. Cioran

Image
Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.
Emile M. Cioran
Image
Only superficial minds approach an idea with delicacy.
Emile M. Cioran
Image
Truths begin by a conflict with the police - and end by calling them in.
Emile M. Cioran
Image
To want fame is to prefer dying scorned than forgotten.
Emile M. Cioran
Image
Life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.
Emile M. Cioran
Image
I try--without success--to stop finding reasons for vanity in anything. When I happen to manage it nonetheless, I feel that I no longer belong to the mortal gang. I am above everything then, above the gods themselves. Perhaps that is what death is: a sensation of great, of extreme superiority.
Emile M. Cioran
Image
Not to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately, it is within no one's reach.
Emile M. Cioran
Image
When you have understood that nothing is, that things do not even deserve the status of appearances, you no longer need to be saved, you are saved, and miserable forever.
Emile M. Cioran
Image
The fear of your own solitude, of its vast surface and its infinity… Remorse is the voice of solitude. And what does this whispering voice say? Everything in us that is not human anymore.
Emile M. Cioran
Image
We must suffer to the end, to the moment when we stop believing in suffering.
Emile M. Cioran
Image
Melancholy redeems this universe, and yet it is melancholy that separates us from it.
Emile M. Cioran
Image
In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
Emile M. Cioran
Image
What would be left of our tragedies if an insect were to present us his?
Emile M. Cioran
Image
My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.
Emile M. Cioran
Image
This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this and I do not. Everything is unique - and insignificant.
Emile M. Cioran
Image
Where are my sensations? They have melted into... me, and what is this me, this self, but the sum of these evaporated sensations?
Emile M. Cioran
Image
Fear can supplant our real problems only to the extent -unwilling either to assimilate or to exhaust it -we perpetuate it within ourselves like a temptation and enthrone it at the very heart of our solitude.
Emile M. Cioran
Image
We cannot be normal and alive at the same time.
Emile M. Cioran
Image
Once you see that everything is unreal, you can't see why you should bother to prove it.
Emile M. Cioran
Image
Just as ecstasy purifies you of the particular and the contingent, leaving nothing except light and darkness, so insomnia kills off the multiplicity and diversity of the world, leaving you prey to your private obsessions.
Emile M. Cioran