Arthur Rimbaud Quotes

But, true, I’ve wept too much! Dawns break hearts./ Every moon is brutal, every sun bitter.

حياتي مستهلَكة. لنمضِ! متصنّعين، متكاسلين، يا للشفقة! سنحيا بأن نتسلى ونحلم بغراميات ممسوخة وأكوان فنطاسيّة، وبأن نتشكّى ونصارع مظاهر العالم

ينبغي أن يكون لي جحيمي للغضب، وجحيمي للكبرياء، وجحيم للمداعبة، جوقةُ جحيمات

I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.

I came a fabulous opera. I saw that all beings have a fatality for happiness: action is not life, but a way of spending your strength, an irritation. Morality is a weakness of the brain.

But no one leaves. - Let us set out once more on our native roads, burdened with my vice, that vice that since the age of reason has driven roots of suffering into my side - that towers to heaven, beats me, hurls me down, drags me on.

Ultimate innocence, final timidity. All's said. Carry no more my loathing and treacheries before the world.

Come on! Marching, burdens, the desert, boredom and anger.

Hire myself to whom? What beasts adore? What sacred images destroy? What hearts shall I break? What lie maintain? - Through what blood wade?

Better to keep away from justice. - A hard life, outright stupor, - with a dried-out fist to lift the coffin lid, lie down, and suffocate. No old age this way, no danger: terror is very un-French.

- Ah! I am so forsaken I will offer at any shrine impulses toward perfection.

Oh my self-denial, my marvelous Charity! my Selfless love! And still here below!

De Profundis Domine, what an ass I am!

Morality is the weakness of the mind.

Il faut être absolument moderne

Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.

Black A, white E, red I, green U, blue O: vowels,
Someday I shall recount your latent births.

العالَم للحب جائع: وستأتين لتشبعيه

ليس يمكن الوثوق بأحدٍ في الدنيا؛ والبشر الفانون
ليس يلمسون سعادةً صادقةً أبداً؛ من عطر الزّهر نفسه

And from then on I bathed in the Poem
Of the Sea, infused with stars and lactescent,
Devouring the green azure where, like a pale elated
Piece of flotsam, a pensive drowned figure sometimes sinks;

Where, suddenly dyeing the blueness, delirium
And slow rhythms under the streaking of daylight,
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than our lyres,
The bitter redness of love ferments!

Έγινα μια όπερα περίφημη: Είδα πως κάθε πλάσμα καταδικάσθηκε στην ευτυχία. Η δράση δεν είναι ζωή, είναι ένας τρόπος να εξασθενείς, ένας εκνευρισμός. Η ηθική είναι η αδυναμία του εγκεφάλου.

Je est un autre.