Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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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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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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And I am still alive-what though, my damnation is eternal. A man who deliberately mutilates himself is truly damned, is he not? I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am.
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But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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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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The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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I could never throw Love out of the window.
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Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
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What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
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I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
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I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
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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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I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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True life is elsewhere.
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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