More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.
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.
I is another.
Je est un autre.
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn
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.)
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.