Arthur Rimbaud Quotes

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Arthur Rimbaud Quotes

Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?

No one's serious at seventeen.

A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn't he?

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.

The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.

I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.

I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.

The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses

Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.

I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.

The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.

Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?

I shed more tears than God could ever have required.

You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.

The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea

Morality is the weakness of the mind.

What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?

Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea

Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.

What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.

Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.

Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.

Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.

Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.

Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.

Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn

The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.

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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
No one's serious at seventeen.
A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn't he?
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea
Morality is the weakness of the mind.
What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea
Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn
The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.