Arthur Rimbaud Quotes

The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea

As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.

In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.

The same bourgeois magic everywhere the mail train sets you down.

The world progresses! Why shouldn't it turn as well?

These verses believe; they love; they hope; that is all.

Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.

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

Pagan blood returns!

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I'd rather remain silent

Is it possible to become ecstatic amid destruction, rejuvenate oneself through cruelty?

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

Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

I shed more tears than God could ever have required.

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

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn

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

What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!

While public funds evaporate in feasts of fraternity, a bell of rosy fire rings in the clouds.

By being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.

The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.

turn your face towards the lances of rain, the soul towards ancient wisdom. And

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

This lofty thought proves I dreamt it!

What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?

Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy!

Yes, my eyes are closed to your light. I am an animal, a nigger. But I can be saved. You are fake niggers; maniacs, savages, misers, all of you.

Madame X set up a piano in the Alps.

True life is elsewhere

Eternity is the sun
mixed
with the sea

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

In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.

It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.

I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.

I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.

I have stretched ropes from bell-tower to bell-tower; garlands from window to window; chains of gold from star to star, and I dance.

And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! - But the great Faith is Love!

Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed.

I will never possess my hand.

But, true, I've wept too much! Dawns break hearts./ Every moon is brutal, every sun bitter.

You will always be a hyena.

I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.

Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.

True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.

Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.

I say that one must be a visionary - that one must make oneself a VISIONARY.

Morality is the weakness of the mind.

It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.

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

From castles of bone unknown music comes

I saw that all living things were doomed, to bliss: that's not living; it's just a way to waste what we have, a drain.

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry,
Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!

My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?

O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.

It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.

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.

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

True alchemy lies in this formula: 'Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse'.

I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.

Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.

I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.

-But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep.

Unhappiness was my god.

I am hidden and I am not.

What am I doing here?

It is found again.
What? Eternity.
It is the sea
Gone with the sun.

I could never throw Love out of the window.

No one's serious at seventeen,
When lindens line the promenades

Misfortune was my god.

Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.

I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.

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

When we are strongest- who draws back?
Most merry- who falls down laughing?
When we are very bad,- what can they do to us?

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

As for me, I am intact; and I don't care.

I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.

But the problem is to make the soul into a monster

Satan, you clown, you want to dissolve me with your charms. Well, I want it. I want it! Stab me with a pitchfork, sprinkle me with fire!

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