Arthur Rimbaud Quotes

Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Night Sleep Yourself
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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God Myself Ocean Tears
I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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Erase Hope Human Myself Soul
The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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Hard Time Philosophy Suffering Wisdom
As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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Guide Leadership Myself Ocean River
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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Myself Sky Under
Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
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Blood Break Heart Lying Myself
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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Monster Problem Soul Transformation
I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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Death Devotion Earth Love Myself
Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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Creativity Memories Nourish Yourself
I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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Alone Himself Key Possession
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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Believe Hell Myself
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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Bitter Cry Heart Broken Moon Myself Sun True
One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
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Beautiful Bitter Evening Myself Taste
I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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Myself Name Night Poet Record Silence Writing
What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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Courage Death Love Myself Old
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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Divine Key Knowledge Love
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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Affection Burn Delight Earth Heart Life Love Sun
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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Blood Burn Dreams Heart Myself Soft Time Tree
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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Action Brain Fate Force Happiness Life Moral Waste Way Weakness
Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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Celebration Heart Life Myself Open Remember Wine
You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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Feeling Life Lips Small Yourself
As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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Care Myself Philosophy
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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Himself Journey Poet Poison Travel
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
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Myself Night Silence Stand Word World Writing
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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Alcohol Bitter Love Poetry Strong
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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Dance Gold Myself Rope Star Window

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