Emil Cioran Quotes

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

The counterpart of the suicide is the seeker; but the difference between them is slight.

How could you not want to draw breath one more day? How could your own life be such a cheap commodity? But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven.

The absence of the will to live is, alas, not sufficient to make one want to die.

Kill me, I don't care. I do not want to be on this Earth anymore.

I can die anytime I want. I wish I could do the same with life.

A lot of people want to die for a lot of reasons.

Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection.

Do I want to die from the inside out or the outside in?

Son, are you happy? I don't mean to pry, but do you dream of Heaven? Have you ever wanted to die?

...I knew he would be dead, because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted.

It's just a relief, really. I'm scared to die, but I want to die.

If you know you're worth nothing, only a gamble with death can gratify your vanity.

Death is not the greatest of evils; it is worse to want to die, and not be able to.

Broke with nothing to live for and damn ready to die young. I'm the shadow behind the gun, look what I've become.

I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

At great periods you have always felt, deep within you, the temptation to commit suicide. You gave yourself to it, breached your own defenses. You were a child. The idea of suicide was a protest against life; by dying, you would escape this longing for death.

Looks like I’m going to ruin your day, Big Boy. I choose to live my crappy life a little longer. (Susan)

For years my life alternated between depression and acute anxiety. One night I woke up in a state of dread and intense fear, more intense than I had ever experienced before. Life seemed meaningless, barren, hostile. It became so unbearable that suddenly the thought came into my mind, I cannot live with myself any longer.

I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.

The only way to live is to die. I must die. I deserve only death.

I want nothing but death.

Most people get suicide, I guess; most people, even if it's hidden deep down inside somewhere, can remember a time in their lives when they thought about whether they really wanted to wake up the next day. Wanting to die seems like it might be a part of being alive.

May you be satisfied to never know why-sometimes someone just wants to die.

Death never mattered at those times - in the early days I even used to pray for it: the shattering annihilation that would prevent for ever the getting up, the putting on of clothes, the wathchign her torch trail across to the opposite side of the common like the tail-light of a low car driving away.