More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
By being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.
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.