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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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I could never throw Love out of the window.
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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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I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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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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The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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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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And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.
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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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Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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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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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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True life is elsewhere.
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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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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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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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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