Nothing wrong with cowardice as long as it comes with prudence.

It was a sudden, stunned state of quiet drunkenness, complete in itself, their hair mingled like the rays of two bodies in space that had achieved their meeting, she saw that he walked with his eyes closed, as if even sight would now be an intrusion.

One of the minor tragedies of human memory is our inability to unwatch movies we’d love to see (again) for the first time.

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

Written By Emil Cioran

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