True life is elsewhere.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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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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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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I could never throw Love out of the window.
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Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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A 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.
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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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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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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What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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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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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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