What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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True life is elsewhere.
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It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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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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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.
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You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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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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I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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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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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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Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
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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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Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.
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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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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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Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
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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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As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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