I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD- What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDAnd again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDFaith assuages, guides, restores.
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhat is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe 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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The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIn the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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I could never throw Love out of the window.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI could never throw Love out of the window.
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDTrue alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDGenius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDEternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDA man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDA thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
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You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDYou feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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