Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed. — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“Poor innocents! Hell has no power overpagans. − And still this is life! Later, the delights of damnation will be all the… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“Quick! Aren’t there other ways of living?− To sleep in the midst of wealth is impossible. Wealth has always been public property.… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation.… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“And this is what we call life! − If damnation truly is eternal! Isn’t the man who tries to mutilate himselfdamned then?… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
...these poets here, you see, they are not of this world:let them live their strange life; let them be cold and hungry,… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“Evening prayer I spend my life sitting, like an angel in a barber's chair, Holding a beer mug with deep-cut designs, My… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life. — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
There is a woman who spent her life loving that evil creature: she died. I'm sure she's a saint in heaven right… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“I came a fabulous opera. I saw that all beings have a fatality for happiness: action is not life, but a way… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth. — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed.” — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love! — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“My turn now. The story of one of my insanities. For a long time I boasted that I was master of all possible landscapes--… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“Delivered to oblivion...growing and flowering with incense and weeds to the sullen whine of nasty flies... I loved deserts, burnt out orchards, faded boutiques...I… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“I On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping White Ophelia floats like a great lily; Floats very slowly, lying in her… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
Love...no such thing. Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together, that's not love. That's stupidity or selfishness or fear. Love doesn't… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don't know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy! — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter. — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death! — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
