Quotes from Andre Breton

They rarely discovered a star red as a distant crime or a star-fish.

The event from which each of us is entitled to expect the revelation of his own life's meaning-that event which i may not yet have found but on whose path I seek myself- is not earned by work.

How small these rescued tides appear! Earthly delights flow in torrents. Each object offers paradise.

to poke its umbrella tip in the mud of the electric light

Dali is like a man who hesitates between talent and genius, or, as one might once have said, between vice and virtue.

All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.

Surrealism will usher you into death, which is a secret society. It will glove your hand, burying therein the profound M with which the word Memory begins.

I could spend my whole life prying loose the secrets of the insane. These people are honest to a fault, and their naivety has no peer but my own.

No rules exist, and examples are simply life-savers answering the appeals of rules making vain attempts to exist.

Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imagined, past and future, the communicable and the incommunicable, high and low, cease to be perceived as contradictions.

My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.

Life's greatest gift is the freedom it leaves you to step out of it whenever you choose.

The imaginary is what tends to become real.

All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.

Perhaps my life is nothing but an image of this kind; perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I simply should recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.

Keep reminding yourself that literature is one of the saddest roads that leads to everything.

I believe in the future resolution of these two states, dream and reality, which are seemingly so contradictory, into a kind of absolute reality, a surreality, if one may so speak.

with the end of my breath, which is the beginning of yours.

Nothing that surrounds us is object, all is subject.

Humor (is) the process that allows one to brush reality aside when it gets too distressing.

At the word witch, we imagine the horrible old crones from Macbeth. But the cruel trials witches suffered teach us the opposite. Many perished precisely because they were young and beautiful.

There is By my leaning over the precipice Of your presence and your absence in hopeless fusion My finding the secret Of loving you Always for the first time

Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imagined, past and future, the communicable and the incommunicable, high and low, cease to be perceived as contradictions.

A word and everything is saved. A word and all is lost.