The Art of Love: knowing how to combine the temperament of a vampire with the discretion of an anemone.
Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, chaos is being yourself.
No human beings more dangerous than those who have suffered for a belief: the great persecutors are recruited from the martyrs not quite beheaded. Far from diminishing the appetite for power, suffering exasperates it.
What can be said, lacks reality. Only what fails to make its way into words exists and counts.
Alone, even doing nothing, you do not waste your time. You do, almost always, in company. No encounter with yourself can be altogether sterile: Something necessarily emerges, even if only the hope of some day meeting yourself again.
Does our ferocity not derive from the fact that our instincts are all too interested in other people? If we attended more to ourselves and became the center, the object of our murderous inclinations, the sum of our intolerances would diminish.
When people come to me saying they want to kill themselves, I tell them, "What’s your rush? You can kill yourself any time you like. So calm down. Suicide is a positive act." And they do calm down.
Only those moments count, when the desire to remain by yourself is so powerful that you'd prefer to blow your brains out than exchange a word with someone.
Only one thing matters: learning to be the loser.
By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing.
Not to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately, it is within no one's reach.
Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.
I do nothing, granted. But I see the hours pass - which is better than trying to fill them.
I have decided not to oppose anyone ever again, since I have noticed that I always end by resembling my latest enemy.
Sometimes I wish I were a cannibal – less for the pleasure of eating someone than for the pleasure of vomiting him.
How easy it is to be "deep": all you have to do is let yourself sink into your own flaws.
How important can it be that I suffer and think? My presence in this world will disturb a few tranquil lives and will unsettle the unconscious and pleasant naiveté of others. Although I feel that my tragedy is the greatest in history - greater than the fall of empires - I am nevertheless aware of my total insignificance. I am absolutely persuaded that I am nothing in this universe; yet I feel that mine is the only real existence.
Think of God and not religion, of ecstasy and not mysticism. The difference between the theoretician of faith and the believer is as great as between the psychiatrist and the psychotic.
The only way of enduring one disaster after the next is to love the very idea of disaster: if we succeed, there are no further surprises, we are superior to whatever occurs, we are invincible victims.
One is and remains a slave as long as one is not cured of hoping.
Nothing proves that we are more than nothing.
I am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and poisons, consumed with love and hatred, killed by lights and shadows. My symbol is death of light and the flame of death. Sparks die in me only to be reborn as thunder and lightning. Darkness itself glows in me.
What I know at sixty, I knew as well at twenty. Forty years of a long, superfluous, labor of verification.
Democracy: a festival of mediocrity.
I would like to explode, flow, crumble into dust, and my disintegration would be my masterpiece.
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