Quotes from Charles Baudelaire

In love with pleasure to the point of cruelty, See! I drag along also! but, more dazed than they, I say: What do they seek in Heaven, all those blind?

Her tint, pale and warm—this bewitching bride, Displays a nobly nurtured mien, Courageous and grand like a huntsman, her stride; A tranquil smile and eyes serene.

Elin bayg?n göÄŸsümde geziyor; aray???n BoÅŸ, sevgilim, oras? yaÄŸmalanm?? bir yerdi Y?rt?c? diÅŸleri, t?rnaklar?yla kad?n?n. Aramay?n yüreÄŸimi art?k; hayvanlar yedi. YüreÄŸim y?k?k bir saray kalabal?klar?ndan; Ä°çmeler, adam öldürmeler, kavgalar dolu! - Bir korku yüzüyor ç?plak göÄŸsünüzü saran!..

Saniye, tam üç bin alt? yüz kez saatte, F?s?ldar:: An?msa! - Çabuk çabuk, sesiyle Bir böceÄŸin, Åžimdi der: Ben GeçmiÅŸ'im bile, Ä°ÄŸrenç hortumumla emdim ömrünü hatta!

Mitä on rakkaus? Tarve tulla ulos itsestään. Ihminen on palvova eläin. Palvominen on itsensä uhraamista ja prostituoimista. Niin on kaikki rakkaus prostituutiota. Kaikista olennoista prostituoiduin on korkein olento, Jumala, koska hän on jokaisen yksilön ylin ystävä, koska hän on rakkauden yhteinen, ehtymätön lähde.

Ac? Åžeytan, ac? ÅŸu tükenmeyen yoksulluÄŸuma! Sensin ezilenlerin, sensin cüzzaml?lar?n bile Ä°çlerine dolduran Cennet tatlar?n? sevgiyle

Nous avons, il est vrai, nations corrompues, Aux peuples anciens des beautés incomnues..

The man allured by a passing face, For ever bears the chastisement Of having wished to change his place.

Ce qu'il y a d'ennuyeux dans l'amour, c'est que c'est un crime où l'on ne peut pas se passer d'un complice.

Hombre libre, siempre adorarás el mar! El mar es tu espejo; contemplas tu alma En el desarrollo infinito de su oleaje, Y tu espíritu no es un abismo menos amargo.

Even if it were proven that God didn't exist, Religion would still be Saintly and Divine.

O Beauty! dost thou generate from Heaven or from Hell? Within thy glance, so diabolic and divine, Confusedly both wickedness and goodness dwell, And hence one might compare thee unto sparkling wine.

Il est plus difficile d'aimer Dieu que de croire en lui.

Nu dispre?ui?i sensibilitatea nim?nui. Sensibilitatea fiec?ruia e geniul lui.

The Alchemy of Grief

You must be drunk always. That is everything: the only question. Not to feel the horrible burden of Time that crushes your shoulders and bends you earthward, you must be drunk without respite. But drunk on what? On wine, on poetry, on virtue — take your pick. But be drunk.

Cats All ardent lovers and all sages prize, —As ripening years incline upon their brows— The mild and mighty cats—pride of the house— That like unto them are indolent, stern and wise.

Une oasis d'horreur dans un désert d'ennui !

Behold how they beckon, those years, long expired, From Heaven, in faded apparel attired

Naisten pieksämisen välttämättömyydestä. Ihminen voi kurittaa niitä joita rakastaa. Kuten lapsiaan. Mutta samalla tuottaa itselleen sen kivun että joutuu halveksimaan rakkaitaan.

Poor sisters—yea, I love you as I pity you, For your unsatiated thirsts and anguished sighs, And for the vials of love within your hearts so true.

Dear, you evoke white-veiled and lukewarm hours

Heureux celui qui peut d'une aile vigoureuse S'élancer vers les champs lumineux et sereins ; Celui dont les pensers, comme des alouettes, Vers les cieux le matin prennent un libre essor, - Qui plane sur la vie, et comprend sans effort Le langage des fleurs et des choses muettes !

Si le viol, le poison, le poignard, l'incendie, N'ont pas encore brodé de leurs plaisants dessins Le canevas banal de nos piteux destins, C'est que notre âme, hélas ! n'est pas assez hardie.