Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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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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But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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I could never throw Love out of the window.
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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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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True life is elsewhere.
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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of 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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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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What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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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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I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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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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Yet this is the watch by night. Let us all accept new strength, and real tenderness. And at dawn, armed with glowing patience, we will enter the cities of glory.
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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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