More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
I is another.
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.
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.
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.