quotes by Arthur Rimbaud

"I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still."
— Arthur Rimbaud (Arthur Rimbaud: Complete Works (Perennial Classics))

"“But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.”"
— Arthur Rimbaud

""The only unbearble thing is that nothing is unbearable.""
— Arthur Rimbaud

""I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent”
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— Arthur Rimbaud (A Season in Hell and The Drunken Boat)

"A poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses. All forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he exhausts within himself all poisons, and preserves their quintessences. Unspeakable torment, where he will need the greatest faith, a superhuman strength, where he becomes all men the great invalid, the great criminal, the great accursed--and the Supreme Scientist! For he attains the unknown! Because he has cultivated his soul, already rich, more than anyone! He attains the unknown, and if, demented, he finally loses the understanding of his visions, he will at least have seen them! So what if he is destroyed in his ecstatic flight through things unheard of, unnameable: other horrible workers will come; they will begin at the horizons where the first one has fallen!"
— Arthur Rimbaud

"In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me."
— Arthur Rimbaud

"I am an Other."
— Arthur Rimbaud

"Then you'll feel your cheek scratched...
A little kiss, like a crazy spider,
Will run round your neck...

And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head
- And we'll take a long time to find that creature
- Which travels a lot...
"
— Arthur Rimbaud

"I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still."
— Arthur Rimbaud

"Mais vrai, j'ai trop pleuré. Les Aubes sont navrantes. Toute lune est atroce et tout soleil amer: L'âcre amour m'a gonflé de torpeurs enivrantes. O que ma quille éclate! O que j'aille à la mer!"
— Arthur Rimbaud (Arthur Rimbaud, Texte Integral, Oeuvres Poetiques)