But the true voyagers are only those who leave Just to be leaving; hearts light, like balloons, They never turn aside from… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
When a singer puts his hand on his heart, it means usually, I will always love you! — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The form of a town changes more swiftly alas! Than the heart of a mortal. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Even as a child I felt in my heart two opposite emotions: the horror of life and the ecstasy of life. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
I sit in the sky like a sphinx misunderstood; My heart of snow is wed to the whiteness of swans; I hate… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul, that soft summer morning round a turning in the path, the disgusting carcass… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Ah! Seigneur! donnez-moi la force et le courage De contempler mon coeur et mon corps sans de go u" t. Lord! give… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Quand notre coeur a fait une fois sa vendange, Vivre est un mal. Once our heart has been harvested once, Life becomes… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart). — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Laments of an Icarus The paramours of courtesans Are well and satisfied, content. But as for me my limbs are rent Because… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
I am the wound and the knife! I am the slap and the cheek! I am the limbs and the rack, And… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Ne cherchez plus mon coeur; les be" tes l'ont mange . Don't search any further for my heart; wild beasts ate it. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Forest, I fear you! In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans and… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature? — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist”—Charles Baudelaire “The second greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“This life is a hospital in which each patient is possessed by the desire to change beds. One wants to suffer in front of… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
There is no such thing as a long piece of work, except one that you dare not start. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Our religion is itself profoundly sad - a religion of universal anguish, and one which, because of its very catholicity, grants full liberty to… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
But the true voyagers are only those who leave Just to be leaving; hearts light, like balloons, They never turn aside from their fatality… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Amer savoir, celui qu'on tire du voyage! Bitter is the knowledge gained in travelling. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“I can barely conceive a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.” — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The vices of man, as full of horror as one might suppose them to be, contain the proof (if in nothing else but their… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Multitude, solitude: equal and interchangeable terms for the active and prolific poet. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
