Quotes of Charles Baudelaire

“ It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ The world only goes round by misunderstanding. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ The beautiful is always bizarre. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ Be always drunken. Nothing else matters … Drunken with what? With beer, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken! ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ The beautiful is always bizarre. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose? ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ Inspiration comes of working every day. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful! ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ L'étude du beau est un duel où l'artiste crie de frayeur avant d'être vaincu. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ On peut chercher dans Dieu le complice et l'ami qui manquent toujours. Dieu est l'éternel confident dans cette tragédie dont chacun est le héros. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ Always be a poet, even in prose. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul, that soft summer morning round a turning in the path, the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones, its legs in the air like a woman in need burning its wedding poisons like a fountain with its rhythmic sobs, I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound, but I touch my body in vain to find the wound. I am the vampire of my own heart, one of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter who can no longer smile. Am I dead? I must be dead. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful! ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ I can barely conceive a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ Relate comic things in pompous fashion. Irregularity, in other words the unexpected, the surprising, the astonishing, are essential to and characteristic of beauty. Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony. The blend of the grotesque and the tragic are attractive to the mind, as is discord to blasé ears. Imagine a canvas for a lyrical, magical farce, for a pantomime, and translate it into a serious novel. Drown the whole thing in an abnormal, dreamy atmosphere, in the atmosphere of great days … the region of pure poetry. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ With heart at rest I climbed the citadel's Steep height, and saw the city as from a tower, Hospital, brothel, prison, and such hells, Where evil comes up softly like a flower. Thou knowest, O Satan, patron of my pain, Not for vain tears I went up at that hour; But like an old sad faithful lecher, fain To drink delight of that enormous trull Whose hellish beauty makes me young again. Whether thou sleep, with heavy vapors full, Sodden with day, or, new appareled, stand In goldlaced veils of evening beautiful, I love thee, infamous city! Harlots and Hunted have pleasures of their own to give, The vulgar herd can never understand. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ Il était tard; ainsi qu'une médaille neuve La pleine lune s'étalait, Et la solennité de la nuit, comme un fleuve Sur Paris dormant ruisselait. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ If rape or arson, poison or the knife Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff Of this drab canvas we accept as life It is because we are not bold enough! ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ Tell me, enigmatical man, whom do you love best, your father, Your mother, your sister, or your brother? I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother. Your friends? Now you use a word whose meaning I have never known. Your country? I do not know in what latitude it lies. Beauty? I could indeed love her, Goddess and Immortal. Gold? I hate it as you hate God. Then, what do you love, extraordinary stranger? I love the clouds the clouds that pass up there Up there the wonderful clouds! ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul, that soft summer morning round a turning in the path, the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones, its legs in the air like a woman in need burning its wedding poisons like a fountain with its rhythmic sobs, I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound, but I touch my body in vain to find the wound. I am the vampire of my own heart, one of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter who can no longer smile. Am I dead? I must be dead. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ My love, do you recall the object which we saw, That fair, sweet, summer morn! At a turn in the path a foul carcass On a gravel strewn bed, Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman, Burning and dripping with poisons, Displayed in a shameless, nonchalant way Its belly, swollen with gases. A Carcass ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ It's time, Old Captain, lift anchor, sink! The land rots; we shall sail into the night; if now the sky and sea are black as ink our hearts, as you must know, are filled with light. Only when we drink poison are we well — we want, this fire so burns our brain tissue, to drown in the abyss — heaven or hell, who cares? Through the unknown, we'll find the new. ("Le Voyage") ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ Work makes prosperous days, wine makes happy Sundays. Wine and Hashish ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ Always be a poet, even in prose. ”

- Charles Baudelaire

“ If the word doesn't exist, invent it; but first be sure it doesn't exist. ”

- Charles Baudelaire
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