|About the inconvenience of being
- Aspire, the
deepest inside oneself, to be so deprived, to be so
lamentable as God.
- What I know
at sixty years old, I already knew it at twenty. Forty
years of a large, superfluous confirmation work.
- I'd like to
be free, unimaginably free. Free as an aborted being.
- As the years
pass, the number of beings with which one can understand
diminishes. When there is no one else to whom speak,
we'll finally be just as we were before succumb in a
- Some have
disgraces; others, obsessions. Who are most worthy of
- When I walked
around, late, through the tree bordered road, a chestnut
fell to my feet. The noise it made when exploding, the
echo that it raised in me, and a disproportionate tremor
with regard to that tiny incident, submerged me in the
miracle, in the intoxication of the definitive, as if
there already were not more questions, but answers. I
felt drunk because of a thousand unexpected evidences
with which I didn't know what to do...
- It was this
way as I was about to reach my supreme moment. But I
believed preferable going on ahead.
- According to
San Benito's rule, if a monk became proud, or just happy
of his work, he should move away from it and abandon it.
- Here is a
danger that doesn't fear the fact that it has lived in
the appetite of dissatisfaction, in the orgy of remorse
- I have always
searched previous landscapes to God. Hence my weakness
- I only
understand each other well with somebody who is in the
lowest of itself, without the desire neither the force of
recovering his habitual illusions
- There are
nights which neither the most ingenious torturer could
have invented. One comes out undone, stupid, lost.
Without memories neither premonitions, and without
knowing at least who it is been. And then it is when the
day seems useless, and the light pernicious and more
oppresive than the darkness.
- More than one
time it has occured to me leaving the house because, if I
had stayed, I would not be sure of being able to resist
any sudden resolution. The street is more calming because
one thinks less on oneself, and because in her everything
weakens and deteriorates, beginning with the anguishes.
- -What do you
do all day?
-I stand myself.
- Someone, I
don't know who, said that one should not go without the
"pleasure of pity".
Has been religion justified at any time in a more
Satan, my Master, I surrender to you for ever";. how
I am sorry for forgetting the nun's name who, having
written this with a nail anointed in its blood, she
deserved to figure in a prayer and laconism anthology.
- The day that
I read the list of almost all the words that Sanskrit
provides to designate the absolute, I understood that I
had made a mistake on the way, of country, of language.
- In spite of
her white hair she continued being in the
prostitution. I often found her in the Latin Neighborhood
near three o'clock in the morning, and I didn't like to
return home without hear her relate some feats or
anecdotes. I have forgotten as much the feats as the
anecdotes. But I cannot forget the speed with which, one
night in which I began to rave against all those
"lousy" who slept, she commented, lifting the
index toward the sky: "And what do you say about
the lousy one up there ?"
who has inclinations toward lust is compassionate and
merciful; those who have inclination toward purity are
not" (Saint John Clímaco)
To denounce with such a clarity and vigor, not the lies,
but the same Christian morals essence, and of any morals,
was to subdue a saint, no more, no less.
undespicable advantage of having hated men a lot it is to
finally end up supporting them by exhaustion of that same
- To measure
well the setback Christianity represents with regard to
paganism, it's enough to compare the meanness that Church
priests propagate on suicide, with the opinions emitted
by Plinio, Séneca and Cicerón inclusive.
- Sometimes one
would like to be a cannibal, not because of the pleasure
of devouring a what's his name or a so-and-so but for
- I will never
understand how can one lives knowing that he is not, at
- When, furious
of having habituated us to ourselves, we begin to wean
ourselves, we soon realize that it is worse, that hating
reinforces more yet the knots with oneself.
- It should be
established the truth degree of a religion from the
importance that this grants to the Demon; the more it
gives him a prominent place, the more it attests that it
worries about the real thing, rejects trickeries and lie,
affirms its satiety and cares more about check than
digress, than console..
taken from: "El inconveniente de haber nacido", E. M.
Cioran, Taurus Ediciones, 1991
|Most recent revision: April 26, 2002.