I hate wise men because they are lazy, cowardly, and prudent. To the philosophers’ equanimity, which makes them indifferent to both pleasure and pain, I prefer devouring passions. The sage knows neither the tragedy of...

Femeia-i Paradisul ca noapte.

If just once you were depressed for no reason, you have been so all your life without knowing it.Becoming: an agony without an ending.The older I grow, the less I enjoy performing my little Hamlet....

Só é saudável em nós aquilo pelo que não somos especificamente nós mesmos: são nossas aversões que nos individualizam; nossas tristezas que nos concedem um nome; nossas perdas que nos fazem possuidores de nosso eu....

A zoologist who observed gorillas in their native habitat was amazed by the uniformity of their life and their vast idleness. Hours and hours without doing anything. Was boredom unknown to them? This is indeed...

But where is the antidote for lucid despair, perfectly articulated, proud, and sure? All of us are miserable, but how many know it? The consciousness of misery is too serious a disease to figure in...

No one is responsible for what he is nor even for what he does. This is obvious and everyone more or less agrees that it is so. Then why celebrate or denigrate? Because to exist...

Il ne fait aucun doute pour moi que la sagesse est le but principal de la vie et c’est pourquoi je reviens toujours aux stoïciens. Ils ont atteint la sagesse, on ne peut donc plus...

It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.

Usted puede ser tan pesimista, o en su defecto tan existencialista como quiera. Sin embargo también se ha enamorado. Cómo cualquier idiota.

En un mundo sin melancolía, los ruiseñores se pondrían a eructar.

Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us.

We cannot consent to be judged by someone who has suffered less than ourselves. And since each of us regards himself as an unrecognized Job…

Every phenomenon is a corrupt version of another, largerphenomenon: time, a disease of eternity; history, a disease oftime; life, again, a disease of matter.Then what is normal, what is healthy? Eternity? Which itselfis only an...

Think of God and not religion, of ecstasy and not mysticism. The difference between the theoretician of faith and the believer is as great as between the psychiatrist and the psychotic.

How good would it be if one could die by throwing oneself into an infinite void.

The Real gives me asthma.

In a world without melancholy, nightingales would start burping

To live entirely without a goal! I have glimpsed this state, and have often attained it, without managing to remain there: I am too weak for such happiness.

Sînt 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...

A book is a suicide postponed.

We rightly scorn those who have no made use of their defects, who have not exploited their deficiencies, and have not been enriched by their losses, as we despise any man who does not suffer...

Word — That invisible dagger.

Revenge is not always sweet, once it is consummated we feel inferior to our victim.

Nu pot fi eu insumi decat daca ma inalt pana la furie sau cobor pana la descurajare: la nivelul meu obisnuit, ignor faptul ca exist.

Život nije otporan na veliku temperaturu. Zbog toga sam došao do zaključka da najuznemireniji ljudi, sa unutrašnjim dinamizmom dovedeni do paroksizma, koji ne mogu prihvatiti uobičajenu temperaturu, moraju propasti. To je aspekt životnog demonizma, ali...

It is no sign of benediction to have been obsessed with the lives of saints, for it is an obsession intertwined with a taste for maladies and hunger for depravities. One only troubles oneself with...

,El arte de amar ? Saber unir el temperamento de un vampiro y la discreción de una anémona.

For the normal man, life is an undisputed reality; only the sick man is delighted by life and praises it so that he won’t collapse.

the deepest subjective experiences are also the most universal, because through them one reaches the universal source of life.

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...

The contact between beings is established only by mute presence, by apparent non-communication, by that mysterious and wordless exchange which resembles inward prayer.

We breathe too fast to be able to grasp things in themselves or to expose their fragility. Our panting postulates and distorts them, creates and disfigures them, and binds us to them. I bestir myself,...

We are born to Exist, not to know, to be, not to assert ourselves.

I foresee the day when we shall read nothing but telegrams and prayers.

I am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and...

As long as one believes in philosophy, one is healthy; sickness begins when one starts to think.

Only the mediocre want to die of old age. Suffer, then, drink pleasure to its last dregs, cry or laugh, scream in despair or with joy, sing about death or love, for nothing will endure!...

Le Requiem de Mozart. Un souffle de l’au-delà y plane. Comment croire, après une pareille audition, que l’univers n’ait aucun sens? Il faut qu’il en ait un. Que tant de sublime se résolve dans le...

istoriei ne arată însă clar ce a luat el în serios…

The sense that everything is going wrong has existed in every era, and rightly so since men have found no greater pleasure than in inventing new ways to make each other miserable.

Every work turns against its author: the poem will crush the poet, the system the philosopher, the event the man of action. Destruction awaits anyone who, answering to his vocation and fulfilling it, exerts himself...

Nothing sweeter than to drag oneself along behind events; and nothing more reasonable. But without a strong dose of madness, no initiative, no enterprise, no gesture. Reason: the rust of our vitality. It is the...

Whenever I happen to be in a city of any size, I marvel that riots do not break out everyday: Massacres, unspeakable carnage, a doomsday chaos. How can so many human beings coexist in a...

Né avec une me habituelle, j’en ai demandé une autre à la musique : ce fut le début de malheurs inespérés.

Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.

True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.

Croire qu’il lui appartient de dépasser sa condition et de s’orienter vers celle de surhomme, c’est oublier qu’il a du mal à tenir le coup en tant qu’homme, et qu’il n’y parvient qu’à force de...

To live in any true sense of the word is to reject others; to accept them, one must be able to renounce, to do oneself violence, to act against one’s own nature, to weaken oneself;...

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