Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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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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What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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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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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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No one's serious at seventeen.
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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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I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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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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My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?
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Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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...these poets here, you see, they are not of this world:let them live their strange life; let them be cold and hungry, let them run, love and sing: they are as rich as Jacques Coeur, all these silly children, for they have their souls full of rhymes, rhymes which laugh and cry, which make us laugh or cry: Let them live: God blesses all the merciful: and the world blesses the poets.
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The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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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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You will always be a hyena.
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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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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat: Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet. I will let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak, I will have no thoughts: But infinite love will mount in my soul; And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy, through the countryside - as happy as if I were a woman. Sensation.
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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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O witches, O misery, O hate, to you has my treasure been entrusted! I contrived to purge my mind of all human hope. On all joy, to strangle it, I pounced with the strength of a wild beast. I called to the plagues to smother me in blood, in sand, misfortune was my God.