Quote #26
We die in proportion to the words we fling around us.
More from Emile Cioran
- Each of us is born with a share of purity, predestined to be corrupted by our commerce with mankind, by that sin against solitude.
- Anyone who speaks in the name of others is always an impostor.
- Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.
- Life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.
- Reality is a creation of our excesses.
- Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and memory.
- Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.
- Chaos is rejecting all you have learned. Chaos is being yourself.