Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhat an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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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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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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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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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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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.
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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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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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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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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To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?
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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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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 we are all forced to endure.
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True life is elsewhere.
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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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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 only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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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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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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