O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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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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I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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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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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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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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I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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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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As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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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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Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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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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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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I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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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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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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I could never throw Love out of the window.
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Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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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 am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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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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