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More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
I is another.
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.
In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
By being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
