Emil Cioran

Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.

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

Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and memory.

Our works, whatever they may be, derive from our incapacity to kill or to kill ourselves.

To act is to anchor in an imminent future, so imminent it becomes almost tangible; to act is to feel you are consubstantial with that future.

Progress is the injustice each generation commits with regard to its predecessors.