A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
-
-
The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
I could never throw Love out of the window.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
Morality is the weakness of the mind.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
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?
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
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 RIMBAUD