It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOne evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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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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It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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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 found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
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I could never throw Love out of the window.
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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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And I am still alive-what though, my damnation is eternal. A man who deliberately mutilates himself is truly damned, is he not? I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am.
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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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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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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
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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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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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I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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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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