What would happen if a man's face could adequately express his suffering, if his entire inner agony would be objectified in his facial expression? Could we still communicate? Wouldn't we then cover our faces with our hands while talking? Life would really be impossible if the infinitude of feelings we harbor within ourselves would be fully expressed in the lines of our face. Nobody would dare look at himself in the mirror, because a grotesque, tragic image would mix in the contours of his face with stains and traces of blood, wounds which cannot be healed, and unstoppable streams of tears. I would experience a kind of voluptuous awe if I could see a volcano of blood, eruptions as red as fire and as burning as despair, burst into the comfortable and superficial harmony of everyday life, or if I could see all our hidden wounds open, making of us a bloody eruption forever. Only then would be truly understand and appreciate the advantages of loneliness, which silences our suffering and makes it inaccessible. The venom drawn out from suffering would be enough to poison the whole world in a bloody eruption, bursting out of the volcano of our being. There is so much venom, so much poison, in suffering!
Emil M. CioranSînt oameni cărora le este dat să guste numai otrava din lucruri, pentru care orice surpriză este o surpriză dureroasă și orice experiență un nou prilej de tortură. Dacă se va spune că această suferință își are motive subiective, ținînd de o constituție particulară, voi întreba: există un criteriu obiectiv pentru aprecierea suferinței? Cine ar putea preciza că vecinul meu suferă mai mult decît mine sau că Isus a suferit mai mult decît toți? Nu există măsură obiectivă, deoarece ea nu se măsoară după excitația exterioară sau indispoziția locală a organismului, ci după modul în care suferința este simțită și reflectată în conștiință.
Emil M. CioranTags: philosophy suffering
We had nothing to say to one another, and while I was manufacturing my phrases I felt that earth was falling through space and that I was falling with it at a speed that made me dizzy.
Emil M. Cioranالملل قلق يرقانيّ، أمّا الكآبة فهي حِقْدٌ حالم
Emil M. CioranUsted puede ser tan pesimista, o en su defecto tan existencialista como quiera. Sin embargo también se ha enamorado. Cómo cualquier idiota.
Emil M. CioranIn all the edifice of thought, I have not found a category upon which to rest my head.
Emil M. CioranIf just once you were depressed for no reason, you have been so all your life without knowing
Emil M. Cioranكلنا نعيش فى قرارة جحيم و كل لحظة فيه معجزة
Emil M. Cioranالموت نكهة الوجود . وحده يسبغ مذاقا على اللحظات ، وحده يقاوم تفاهتها . نحن مدينون له بكل شئ تقريبا .
Emil M. CioranI’ve never practiced a profession and have lived like a sort of student. I consider this my greatest success, my life hasn’t been a failure because I succeeded in doing nothing.
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