The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
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
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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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I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
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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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It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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I could never throw Love out of the window.
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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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Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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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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My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
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Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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