Quotes from Rene Char

Obey your pigs who exist; I obey my gods who do not.

In my land we don't question someone who has been touched deeply. There is no malign shadow over capsized boats.

I believe in the magic and in the authority of words

celui qui vient au monde pour ne rien troubler ne mérite ni égard ni patience

Nous sommes dans l'inconcevable, mais avec des repères éblouissants.

Imagination consists in expelling from reality many incomplete persons, making use of the magical and subversive powers of desire, to obtain their return in the form of a completely satisfying presence. This, then, is the inextinguishable, uncreated reality.

The poem is furious ascension; poetry, the game of arid riverbanks. I am a man of riverbanks – excavation and inflammation – not always able to be torrent.

The oriole entered the capital of dawn. The sword of his song closed the sad bed. Everything forever ended.

discipline comme tu saignes!

L'essentiel est sans cesse menacé par l'insignifiant.

In the darkness of our lives, there is not one place for Beauty. The whole place is for Beauty.

there is no absence that cannot be replaced

Who would dare to say that what we have destroyed was worth a hundred times more than what we had dreamt and ceaselessly transfigured in murmuring to the ruins?

A time when an exhausted sky sinks deep into the earth and man in his death agony is scorned on both sides.

What comes into the world to disturb nothing merits neither attention nor patience.

We are being torn apart between the avidity for knowing and the despair of having known. The goad will not renounce its sting and we our hope.

Ihminen vailla puutteita on vuori vailla rotkoja.

Var olan evcil domuzlar?n?za boyun e?in siz. Var olmayan tanr?lar?m?n yolundan gidece?im ben. ?nsan kalaca??z biz ba???lanmazl?k pahas?na.

Les mots qui vont surgir savent de nous ce que nous ignorons d'eux.

La Poésie ne rhythmera plus l'action, elle sera en avant." (Rimbaud) [...] La poésie ne rythmera plus l'action, elle en sera le fruit et l'annonciation jamais savourés, en avant de son propre paradis.

Ne t'attarde pas à l'ornière des résultats. ( Don't linger in the rut of success )

Nous sommes pareils à ces crapauds qui dans l'austère nuit des marais s'appellent et ne se voient pas, ployant à leur cri d'amour toute la fatalité de l'univers. ( We are like those frogs in the austere night of marshes who call without seeing one another, bending the whole fatality of the universe to their love-cry. )

Est-ce la porte de notre fin obscure, demandais-tu ? Non. Nous sommes dans l'inconcevable, mais avec des repères éblouissants.

La lucidité est la blessure la plus rapprochée du soleil.