Top 15 Arthur Rimbaud Quotes

Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn

By being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

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.

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 understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent

True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.

A poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses. All forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he exhausts within himself all poisons, and preserves their quintessences. Unspeakable torment, where he will need the greatest faith, a superhuman strength, where he becomes all men the great invalid, the great criminal, the great accursed — and the Supreme Scientist! For he attains the unknown! Because he has cultivated his soul, already rich, more than anyone! He attains the unknown, and if, demented, he finally loses the understanding of his visions, he will at least have seen them! So what if he is destroyed in his ecstatic flight through things unheard of, unnameable: other horrible workers will come; they will begin at the horizons where the first one has fallen!

I shed more tears than God could ever have required.

Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.

- Bad Blood

Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.