The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhat a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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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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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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One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
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Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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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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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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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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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 turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
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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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True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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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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I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
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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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Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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