My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDStronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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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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Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
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O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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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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But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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I could never throw Love out of the window.
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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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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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I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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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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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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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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And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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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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