What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDAs for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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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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It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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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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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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What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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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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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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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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But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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