More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
By being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
À l'aurore, armés d'une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes. (In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid Cities.)
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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.
