What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you? Arthur Rimbaud More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud More Quotes From Arthur Rimbaud ...I is another. If the brass wakes the trumpet, it’s not its fault. That’s obvious to me: I witness the unfolding of my own thought: I watch it, I hear it: I make a stroke with the bow: the symphony begins in the depths, or springs with a bound onto the stage. If the old imbeciles hadn’t discovered only the false significance of Self, we wouldn’t have to now sweep away those millions of skeletons which have been piling up the products of their one-eyed intellect since time immemorial, and claiming themselves to be their authors! Arthur Rimbaud skeletonsselfspring You will always be a hyena. Arthur Rimbaud hyenas Hay que ser absolutamente Moderno Arthur Rimbaud hay Then you'll feel your cheek scratched... A little kiss, like a crazy spider, Will run round your neck... And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head - And we'll take a long time to find that creature - Which travels a lot. Arthur Rimbaud kissingcrazyrunning Love...no such thing. Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together, that's not love. That's stupidity or selfishness or fear. Love doesn't exist. Self interest exists, attachment based on personal gain exists, complacency exists. But not love. Love has to be reinvented, that’s certain. Arthur Rimbaud attachmentcoupleself Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love! Arthur Rimbaud strongerredalcohol It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else. Arthur Rimbaud chaosoughtthinking I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal. Arthur Rimbaud musesky 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. Arthur Rimbaud weaknessbrainhappiness And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! - But the great Faith is Love! Arthur Rimbaud kingsgodlove Eternity is the sun Arthur Rimbaud eternityseasun It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human. Arthur Rimbaud madvoicesea There shall be poets! When woman's unmeasured bondage shall be broken, when she shall live for and through herself, man--hitherto detestable--having let her go, she, too, will be poet! Woman will find the unknown! Will her ideational worlds be different from ours? She will come upon strange, unfathomable, repellent, delightful things; we shall take them, we shall comprehend them. Arthur Rimbaud brokenmenworld I could never throw Love out of the window. Arthur Rimbaud window And I am still alive-what though, my damnation is eternal. A man who deliberately mutilates himself is truly damned, is he not? I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am. Arthur Rimbaud damnationmenbelieve I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance. Arthur Rimbaud dancestarsinspirational One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her. Arthur Rimbaud humorbeautyfunny To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread? Arthur Rimbaud heartlyingblood What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death! Arthur Rimbaud old-maidsmaidslacking I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable. Arthur Rimbaud silencenight
