As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDYou feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
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I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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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 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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My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
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Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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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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I could never throw Love out of the window.
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Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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True life is elsewhere.
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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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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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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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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The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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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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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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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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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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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
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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.
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