Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDTrue alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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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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I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
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I could never throw Love out of the window.
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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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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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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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True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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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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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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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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