Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDA thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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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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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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It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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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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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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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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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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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!
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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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Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.
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The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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True life is elsewhere.
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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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