Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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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What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?
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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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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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Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don’t know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.
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I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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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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I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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