28 quotes
We are fulfilled only when we aspire to nothing, when we are impregnated by that nothing to the point of intoxication.
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
Knowledge is the plague of life, and consciousness, an open wound in its heart.
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
Can it really be that for us existence means exile, and nothingness, home?
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
To tell the truth, I couldn't care less about the relativity of knowledge, simply because the world does not deserve to be known.
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
One of the greatest delusions of the average man is to forget that life is death's prisoner.
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
If there was a God of sorrow, he would grow black heavy wings, to soar not for the skies, but for inferno.
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
I admire only two types of people: the potentially mad and the potential suicide.
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
How good would it be if one could die by throwing oneself into an infinite void.
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
There are questions which, once approached, either isolate you or kill you outright.
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness of dying is not a symbol of our human existence.
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
I cannot contribute anything to this world because I only have one method: agony.
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
How I wish I didn't know anything about myself and this world!
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
I am displeased with everything. If they made me God, I would immediately resign.
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
Why don't I commit suicide? Because I am as sick of death as I am of life.
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
No one commits suicide for external reasons, only because of inner disequilibrium. Under similar adverse circumstances, some are indifferent, some are moved, some are driven to suicide.
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
I have no ideas, only obsessions. Anybody can have ideas. Ideas have never caused anybody’s downfall.
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
Out of the shadow of the abstract man, who thinks for the pleasure of thinking, emerges the organic man, who thinks because of a vital imbalance, and who is beyond science and art.
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
One of the biggest paradoxes of our world: memories vanish when we want to remember, but fix themselves permanently in the mind when we want to forget.
On the Heights of Despair (1934)
I would like to go mad on one condition, namely, that I would become a happy madman, lively and always in a good mood, without any troubles and obsessions, laughing senselessly from morning to night.
On the Heights of Despair (1934)