“All my life my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.” andre breton” — andre breton Copy Share Image
Life’s greatest gift is the freedom it leaves you to step out of it whenever you choose. — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
“Living and ceasing to live are imaginary solutions; existence is elsewhere.” — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
“If I were to receive to an anonymous pair of underpants in the mail, it would really spoil my life." --André Breton” — André Breton Copy Share Image
It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere. — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
“Again begins the ridiculous, terrible waiting, in which we do not know which object to move, which gesture to repeat—what to do… — André Breton Copy Share Image
“…It would be hateful to refuse whatever she asks of me, one way or another, for she is so pure, so free… — André Breton Copy Share Image
I could spend my whole life prying loose the secrets of the insane. These people are honest to a fault, and their… — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
No one who has lived even for a fleeting moment for something other than life in its conventional sense and has experienced… — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
Perhaps my life is nothing but an image of this kind; perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion… — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
Surrealism is based on the belief in the superior reality of certain forms of previously neglected associations, in the omnipotence of dreams,… — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real… — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
There is no use being alive if one must work. The event from which each of us is entitled to expect the… — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
“Everything leads us to believe that there exists a spot in the mind from which life and death, the real and the… — André Breton Copy Share Image
“The greatest hope, I say, is the one in which all the others are met, is that it is exists for everyone… — André Breton Copy Share Image
“The double eyelid of the sun rises and falls on life. The birds' feet on the windowpane of the sky are what… — André Breton Copy Share Image
“Even that great poverty which had been and remains mine let up for a few days. I was not, as it happens,… — Andre Breton Copy Share Image
Of all the arts in which the wise excel, nature's chief masterpiece is writing well. — Andre Breton Copy Share
Under his (Marc Chagall, ed.) sole impulse metaphor made its triumphal entry into modern painting. — Andre Breton Copy Share
Psychic automatism in its pure state, by which one proposes to express -- verbally, by means of the written word, or in any other… — Andre Breton Copy Share
“Let us not mince words: The marvelous is always beautiful, anything marvelous is beauitful, in fact only the marvelous is beautiful” — Andre Breton Copy Share
“There has never been any forbidden fruit. Only temptation is divine. To feel the need to vary the object of this temptation, to replace… — André Breton Copy Share
“It was really a star, a star you were heading toward. You can't fail to reach it. Hearing you speak, I felt that nothing… — André Breton Copy Share
“All my life my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.” andre breton” — andre breton Copy Share
“Unless you have been inside a sanitarium you do not know that madmen are made there, just as criminals are made in our reformatories.… — André Breton Copy Share
A game: say something. Close your eyes and say something. Anything, a number, a name. Like this (she closes her eyes): Two, two what?… — Andre Breton Copy Share
Past and future monopolize the poet’s sensory and intellectual faculties, detached from the immediate spectacle. These two philtres become utterly clear the moment one… — Andre Breton Copy Share
If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable. — Andre Breton Copy Share
Surrealism will usher you into death, which is a secret society. It will glove your hand, burying therein the profound M with which the… — Andre Breton Copy Share
