I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDEternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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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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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 could never throw Love out of the window.
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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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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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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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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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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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As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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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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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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