Emile Cioran Misanthrope Poet

You have probably never heard of this Romanian writer; he is a delusional madman with epic poetry skills. His somber depressing tomes are enough to enthrall any maniac or misanthrope. I highly recommend his book called "On the Heights of Despair".

Here are some quotes from this book...enjoy.........then die....

• “You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the "mystery" of life.”
• “It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.”
• “Criticism is a misconception: we must read not to understand others but to understand ourselves.”
• “What we want is not freedom but its appearances. It is for these simulacra that man has always striven. And since freedom, as has been said, is no more than a sensation, what difference is there between being free and believing ourselves free?
• “No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.”
• “I have always lived with the awareness of the impossibility of living. And what has made existence endurable to me is my curiosity as to how I would get from one minute, one day, one year to the next.”
• “The beauty of flames lies in their strange play, beyond all proportion and harmony. Their diaphanous flare symbolizes at once grace and tragedy, innocence and despair, sadness and voluptuousness. The burning transcendence has something of the lightness of great purifications. I wish the fiery transcendence would carry me up and throw me into a sea of flames, where, consumed by their delicate and insidious tongues, I would die an ecstatic death. The beauty of flames creates the illusion of a pure, sublime death similar to the light of dawn. Immaterial, death in flames is like a burning of light, graceful wings. Do only butterflies die in flames? What about those devoured by the flames within them?”