Arthur Rimbaud Quotes

كنت أصرفُ إلى الشيطان أكاليل الشهداء وإشعاعات الفن وخيلاء المخترعين وحميّة النهّابين؛ كنت أعود إلى الشرق، إلى الحكمة البادئة السرمديّة

Quick! Aren’t there other ways of living?− To sleep in the midst of wealth is impossible. Wealth has always been public property. Divine love alone offers the keys to science. I see that nature is only a spectacle of plenitude. Farewell chimeras, ideals, errors! The reasonable song of the angels rises up from therescue ship: it is divine love. − Two loves! I may die of earthly love, die of devotion. I have left behind me souls whose suffering will only increase at my going! You chose me from among the shipwrecked, but what about the friends I left behind? Save them!

As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.

Here I am on the shore of Brittany. Let the cities light up in the evening. My day is done. I am leaving Europe. The sea air will burn my lungs. Lost climates will tan me. I will swim, trample the grass, hung, and smoke especially. I will drink alcohol as strong as boiling metal — just as my dear ancestors did around their fires.

I believe I am in Hell, and so I am there.

عندما نكون بالغي القوة، فمن منّا يتراجع؟، أو بالغي المرح، فمن يسقط من الهُزء؟ عندما عندما نكون شرّيرَين جدّاً، - فما سيفعلون بنا؟ تَبَرّجي، ارقُصي، اضحَكي، لن أقدرَ أن أرميَ الحُبَّ من النافذة أبداً

Along the open road on winter nights, homeless, cold, and hungry, one voice gripped my frozen heart: 'Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don't know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.' In the morning my eyes were so vacant and my face so dead, that the people I met may not even have seen me.

In cities, mud went suddenly red and black, like a mirror when a lamp in the next room moves, like treasure in the forest! Good luck, I cried, and I saw a sea of flames and smoke rise to heaven; and left and right, all wealth exploded like a billion thunderbolts.

You will always be a hyena.

In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.

Madame X set up a piano in the Alps.

The wolf howled under the leaves
And spit out the prettiest feathers
Of his meal of fowl:
Like him I consume myself.

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.

Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.

J'aimais les peintures idiotes, dessus de portes, décors, toiles de saltimbanques, enseignes, enluminures populaires ; la littérature démodée, latin d'église, livres érotiques sans orthographe, romans de nos aïeules, contes de fées, petits livres de l'enfance, opéras vieux, refrains niais, rythmes naïfs.

Lighter than a cork I danced on the waves.