More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
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.
Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.
By being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
Je est un autre.
I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent
In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.