Charles Baudelaire Zitate

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„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.“

“I set out to discover the why of it, and to transform my pleasure into knowledge.”

“Genius is no more than childhood recaptured at will, childhood equipped now with man's physical means to express itself, and with the analytical mind that enables it to bring order into the sum of experience, involuntarily amassed.”

“We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose.”

“I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.”

“Let us beware of common folk, common sense, sentiment, inspiration, and the obvious.”

“But the true voyagers are only those who leave
Just to be leaving; hearts light, like balloons,
They never turn aside from their fatality
And without knowing why they always say: "Let's go!”

“The insatiable thirst for everything which lies beyond, & which life reveals is the most living proof of our immortality.”

“To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.”

“An oasis of horror in a desert of boredom.”

“It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not.”

“Inspiration comes of working every day.”

“It is the hour to be drunken! To escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.”

“Forest, I fear you! In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans and from the depths I hear that I am damned.”

“Unable to do away with love, the Church found a way to decontaminate it by creating marriage.”

“All which is beautiful and noble is the result of reason and calculation.”

“Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.”

“Nothing is as tedious as the limping days,
When snowdrifts yearly cover all the ways,
And ennui, sour fruit of incurious gloom,
Assumes control of fate’s immortal loom”

“the Devil's hand directs our every move - / the things we loathed become the things we love”

“So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, be endlessly drunk.”

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

“And yet
to wine, to opium even, I prefer
the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;
and in the wasteland of desire
your eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst.”

“It is at despair at not being able to be noble and beautiful by natural means that we have made up our faces so strangely.”

“He possessed the logic of all good intentions and a knowledge of all the tricks of his trade, and yet he never succeeded at anything, because he believed too much in the impossible. Surprising? Why so? He was forever in the act of conceiving it!”

“Any healthy man can go without food for two days--but not without poetry.”

“That which is not slightly distorted lacks sensible appeal; from which it follows that irregularity—that is to say, the unexpected, surprise and astonishment, are an essential part and characteristic of beauty.”

“Hypocrite reader — my likeness — my brother!”

“This life is a hospital where each patient is possessed by the desire to change his bed.”

“Music fathoms the sky.”

“We revel in the laxness of the path we take.”