Nothing to say
So, instead, here’s what’s on page 64 of the notebook of quotations that took my fancy in the early 90s.
“Only those who truly suffer are capable of genuine seriousness. The others are born to harmony, love, dance, and gracefulness.”
“I am absolutely persuaded that I am nothing in this universe; yet I feel that mine is the only real existence.”
“I seriously ask myself, what is the meaning of all this? Why raise questions, throw lights, or see shadows? Wouldn’t it be better if I buried my tears in the sand on a seashore in utter solitude? But I never cried, because my tears have always turned into thoughts. And my thoughts are as bitter as tears.”
“The revelation of death’s immanence in life occurs during illness and long depressive states” and reading The New Criterion’s weblog…
All from On the Heights of Despair by EM Cioran.
After this, there was a downturn.
Other Splinters posts of interest:
- I confuse them, words and tears
- Antiquities of the Illuminati
- The Filth And The Fury Just seen the recently r…
- Idle thoughts
- Despairing with Alain de Botton
