But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI could never throw Love out of the window.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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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.
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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
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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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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!
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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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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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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
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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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