Charles Baudelaire
Charles Baudelaire
Charles Pierre Baudelaire; April 9, 1821 – August 31, 1867) was a French poet who also produced notable work as an essayist, art critic, and pioneering translator of Edgar Allan Poe...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth9 April 1821
CityParis, France
CountryFrance
hate passion doe
Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.
believe passion thinking
These beings have no other status, but that of cultivating the idea of beauty in their own persons, of satisfying their passions, of feeling and thinking.... Contrary to what many thoughtless people seem to believe, dandyism is not even an excessive delight in clothes and material elegance. For the perfect dandy, these things are no more than the symbol of the aristocratic superiority of his mind.
passion determined
Delacroix was passionately in love with passion, but coldly determined to express passion as clearly as possible.
passion worship cult
To glorify the cult of images (my great, my only, my primitive passion).
art passion art-is
A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.
below dost outcasts paradise passion thou
To lepers and to outcasts thou dost show - that passion is the paradise below
satan towards
There are in every man, at every hour, two simultaneous postulations, one towards God, the other towards Satan
art aspiration available expressed means modern towards word
To say the word Romanticism is to say modern art -- that is, intimacy, spirituality, color, aspiration towards the infinite, expressed by every means available to the arts.
dishonor fish swimming
I am swimming in dishonor like a fish in water.
listen night soft
Listen, my darling, listen to soft night approaching.
charming
Here is the charming evening, the criminal's friend. It comes like an accomplice, with stealthy tread.
crowds expression joy mysterious number pleasure sensual
The pleasure of being in crowds is a mysterious expression of sensual joy in the multiplication of Number
travel home independent
For the perfect idler, for the passionate observer it becomes an immense source of enjoyment to establish his dwelling in the throng, in the ebb and flow, the bustle, the fleeting and the infinite. To be away from home and yet to feel at home anywhere; to see the world, to be at the very center of the world, and yet to be unseen of the world, such are some of the minor pleasures of those independent, intense and impartial spirits, who do not lend themselves easily to linguistic definitions. The observer is a prince enjoying his incognito wherever he goes.
summer fall autumn
Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, and all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear the dead thuds of logs below falling on the cobblestones and the lawn.