Emil Cioran: On the Heights of Despair

21 September 2019


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.

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