Arthur Rimbaud Quotes and Sayings - Page 1
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“Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.”
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“Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.”
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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 poet, therefore, is truly the thief of fire. He is responsible for humanity, for animals even; he will have to make sure his visions can be smelled, fondled, listened to; if what he brings back from beyond has form, he gives it form; if it has none, he gives it none. A language must be found…of the soul, for the soul and will include everything: perfumes, sounds colors, thought grappling with thought”
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“The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.”
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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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“The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.”
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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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“...You have to pass an exam, and the jobs that you get are either to shine shoes, or to herd cows, or to tend pigs. Thank God, I don't want any of that! Damn it! And besides that they smack you for a reward; they call you an animal and it's not true, a little kid, etc.. Oh! Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn!”
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“Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.”
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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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“I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.”
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“Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.”
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“Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.”
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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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“All day long he was docile, intelligent, good, Though sometimes changing to a darker mood. He seemed hypocritical, could tell better lies, in the dark he saw dots of colors behind closed eyes, clenched fists, put his tongue out at his elder brother.”
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“I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent”
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“Je est un autre. (I is someone else).”
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“Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.”
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“-But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep.”
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“Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!”
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“I shed more tears than God could ever have required.”
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“But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.”
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“But the problem is to make the soul into a monster”
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“In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.”
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“I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.”
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“For a long time I found the celebrities of modern painting and poetry ridiculous. I loved absurd pictures, fanlights, stage scenery, mountebanks backcloths, inn-signs, cheap colored prints; unfashionable literature, church Latin, pornographic books badly spelt, grandmothers novels, fairy stories, little books for children, old operas, empty refrains, simple rhythms.”
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