More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.
In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.
Je est un autre.
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
À l'aurore, armés d'une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes. (In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid Cities.)
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.
