True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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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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What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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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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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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Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!
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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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It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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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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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.
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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
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