Charles Baudelaire Zitate

„Man sollte immer betrunken sein. Das ist alles was zählt ... Aber womit? Mit Wein, mit Poesie oder mit Tugend, was du willst. Hauptsache du betrinkst dich.“

„Das Leben hat nur einen wahren Reiz: den Reiz des Spiels. Aber was ist, wenn wir gleichgültig sind, ob wir gewinnen oder verlieren?“

„Ein Buch ist übrigens ein Garten, ein Obstgarten, ein Lagerhaus, eine Party, eine Gesellschaft, ein Ratgeber, eine Vielzahl von Ratgebern.“

„Sei immer ein Dichter, auch in der Prosa.“

„Das Schöne ist immer bizarr.“

„Eine Folge von kleinen Willensakten liefert ein bedeutendes Ergebnis.“

„Ich begreife nicht, wie eine reine Hand eine Zeitung berühren kann, ohne Krämpfe von Ekel zu bekommen.“

„Die schönste List des Teufels ist es, uns zu überzeugen, dass es ihn nicht gibt.“

„Der Wein wandelt den Maulwurf zum Adler.“

„Die Dämmerung versetzt die Wahnsinnigen in Erregung.“

„Es ist etwas Berauschendes am schlechten Geschmack, nämlich das aristokratische Vergnügen, zu mißfallen.“

„Der Aberglaube ist Born und Sammelbecken aller Wahrheiten.“

„Durch das Opfer bestätigt die Revolution den Aberglauben.“

„Suche nicht mehr nach meinem Herzen; die Bestien haben es gefressen.“

„Seltsamkeit ist ein notwendiger Bestandteil der Schönheit.“

“Do not look for my heart any more; the beasts have eaten it.”

“Always be a poet, even in prose.”

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

“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.”

“I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.”

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

“The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.”

“Through the unknown, we'll find the new.”

“It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. As it turns out, work is less boring than amusing oneself.”

“Ant-swarming city, city abounding in dreams,
Where ghosts in broad daylight accost the passerby!”

“There is in the word, in the logos, something sacred which forbids us to gamble with it. To handle a language skilfuly is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.”

“Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.”

“A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.”

“The beautiful is always bizarre.”

“Remembering is only a new form of suffering.”

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

“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.”

“There are women who inspire you with the desire to conquer them and to take your pleasure of them; but this one fills you only with the desire to die slowly beneath her gaze.”

“Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.”

“I am a cemetery loathed by the moon.”

“What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?”

“I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.”

“A multitude of small delights constitute happiness”

“You walk on corpses, beauty, undismayed.”

“Even when she walks one would believe that she dances.”

“Evil happens without effort, naturally, inevitably; good is always the product of skill.”

“The Poet is a kinsman in the clouds
Who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day;
But on the ground, among the hooting crowds,
He cannot walk, his wings are in the way.”

“I have felt the wind on the wing of madness.”

“He who looks through an open window sees fewer things than he who looks through a closed window.”