74 Memorable Quotes By Arthur Rimbaud, The Author Of Illuminations
Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud was a poet from France who lived in the 19th century and is particularly famous for being one of the very first major literary figures to have used surrealism in his work even before it became mainstream. Rimbaud had started off as a creative writer right from the time when he was a child and at the same time he was an extremely talented student. However, he did not complete his education and fled from home while he was still a teenager, thereby displaying an acutely rebellious streak. It was after leaving home that Rimbaud found his voice as a poet and composed almost all of his literary work in the few years following that episode. Some of his most important works include the book of poetry collection titled ‘Illuminations’ and ‘A Season in Hell’, which is often regarded as one of the earliest examples of modernist literature. However, Rimbaud stopped writing poems when he was only 21 years old and instead started working as a merchant, which proved to be a huge loss for the world of literature. He died atthe age of 37 due to cancer but still remains one of the most influential literary figures of all time. Here are some of his famous quotes.
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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
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.
In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.
I is another.
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.
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.
One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
-But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep.
As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?
The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.
You will always be a hyena.
Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea
True life is elsewhere
What am I doing here?
Morality is the weakness of the mind.
