Arthur Rimbaud Quotes (24 Quotes)

He would say, 'How funny it will all seem, all you've gone through, when I'm not here anymore, when you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders, nor my heart beneath you, nor this mouth on your eyes, because I will have to go away someday, far away...' And in that instant I could feel myself with him gone, dizzy with fear, sinking down into the most horrible blackness into death.

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

Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.

One evening I sat Beauty on my knees And I found her bitter And I reviled her.

one single true word it is, COME BACK. I want to be with you, I love you. If you listen to this you will prove your courage and sincerity. Otherwise, I am sorry for you. But I love you. I kiss you and we'll see eachother again...

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

Morality is the weakness of the brain.

The poet makes himself a seer by a long, prodigious, and rational disordering of all the senses. Every form of love, of suffering, of madness he searches himself, he consumes all the poisons in him, and keeps only their quintessences.

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

Lindens smell fine on fine June nights!

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.

I is another.

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

The first study for the man who wants to be a poet is knowledge of himself, complete he searches for his soul, he inspects it, he puts it to the test, he learns it. As soon as he has learned it, he must cultivate it I say that one must be a seer, make oneself a seer. The poet becomes a seer through a long, immense, and reasoned derangement of all the senses. All shapes of love suffering, madness. He searches himself, he exhausts all poisons in himself, to keep only the quintessences. Ineffable torture where he needs all his faith, all his superhuman strength, where he becomes among all men the great patient, the great criminal, the great accursed one--and the supreme Scholar For he reaches the unknown ....So the poet is actually a thief of Fire

Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.

Your friends are gone, you're bad news.

I invented the colors of the vowels --A black, E white, I red, O blue, U green --I made rules for the form and movement of each consonant, and, and with instinctive rhythms . . .

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

Misfortune was my god.

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

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

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

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