What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI 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.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
-
-
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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 -
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 -
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
True life is elsewhere.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD -
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD