Emil Cioran Quotes
I Feel I Must Burst Because Of All That Life Offers Me And Because Of The Prospect Of Death. I Feel That I Am Dying Of Solitude, Of Love, Of Despair, Of Hatred, Of All That This World Offers Me. With Every Experience I Expand Like A Balloon Blown Up Beyond Its Capacity. The Most Terrifying Intensification Bursts Into Nothingness. You
grow Inside, You Dilate Madly Until There Are No Boundaries Left, You Reach The Edge Of Light, Where Light Is Stolen By Night, And From That Plenitude As In A Savage Whirlwind You Are Thrown Straight Into Nothingness. Life Breeds Both Plenitude And Void, Exuberance And Depression. What Are We When Confronted With The Interior Vortex Which Swallows Us Into Absurdity? I Feel My Life Cracking Within Me From Too Much Intensity, Too Much Disequilibrium. It Is Like An Explosion Which Cannot Be Contained, Which Throws You Up In The Air Along With Everything Else
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