And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
ARTHUR RIMBAUD- I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
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I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
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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True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDTrue alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDEternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDAnd 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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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDRomanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
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Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDYour 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.
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.
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But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
ARTHUR RIMBAUDBut the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhat a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDA man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhat is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOnce, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIs it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
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