I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDYet 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.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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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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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 only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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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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True life is elsewhere.
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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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Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
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As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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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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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
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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.
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You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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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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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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What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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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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I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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