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More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
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.
By being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
I is another.
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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.
I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent