What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIt was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
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I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.
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Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.
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Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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