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;...

Ţi-a făcut cineva rău? Dospeşte ura-n tine, răsuceşte-ţi amarul tainic, frige-ţi vinele clocotitoare. În nopţi, cînd te cuprinde liniştea vastă, nu cădea-n uitarea destructivă a meditaţiei – arde-ţi cu durere şi furie tărăgănarea cărnii, înfige-ţi...

This is how I recognize an authentic poet: by frequenting him, living a long time in the intimacy of his work, something changes in myself, not so much my inclinations or my tastes as my...

Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.

By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing.

Ambition is a drug that turns it’s addicts into potential madmen.

In numele si sub teroarea ei (plictiselii, n.m.) parasesc oamenii caminul si moartea agreabila legata de el si se avanta in lume, spre a muri undeva fara acoperis si fara lacrimi; adolescentii se gandesc la...

Memories vanish when we want to remember, but fix themselves permanently in the mind when we want to forget.

There are people who are destined to taste only the poison in things, for whom any surprise is a painful surprise and any experience a new occasion for torture. if someone were to say to...

I have recommended you the dignity of skepticism: yet here I am, prowling around the Absolute. Technique of contradiction? Remember, rather, what Flaubert said: “I am a mystic and I believe in nothing”.

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

Each of us must pay for the slightest damage he inflicts upon a universe created for indifference and stagnation, sooner or later, he will regret not having left it intact.

Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection. This is why with Chopin we feel so little like gods.

Tristetea, ca si suferinta, ne revela existenta, deoarece în ele avem în constiinta separatia noastra de lumea obiectiva si nelinistea care da un caracter tragic vietuirii în existenta.Daca ar exista un zeu al tristetii, lui...

Tolerance cannot seduce the young.

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

It is an understatement to say that in this society injustices abound: In truth it is itself the quintessence of injustice.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live –moreover, the only one.

That there should be a reality hidden behind appearances is, after all, quite possible; that language might render such a thing would be an absurd hope.

I believe in the salvation of humanity, in the future of cyanide…

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....