Guillaume Apollinaire Quotes

#1. Matisse renovates rather than innovates.

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#2. Twentieth pupil of the centuries knows its stuff and bird-changed this century like Jesus climbs the sky.

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#3. We cannot carry our father's corpse with us everywhere we go.

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#4. Oh Paris
From red to green all the yellow dies away
Paris Vancouver Hyeres Maintenon New York and the Antilles
The window opens like an orange
The beautiful fruit of light
("Windows")

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#5. I had the courage to look backward
The ghosts of my days

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#6. When man resolved to imitate walking, he invented the wheel, which does not look like a leg. In doing this, he was practicing surrealism without knowing it.

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#7. Overhead in the Paris sky
Two airplanes fought it out one day
And one of them was my whole youth
The other was my days to come

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#8. The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection.

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#9. I hate artists who are not of their time.

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#10. It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

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#11. Joy came always after pain.

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#12. The domain of the imagination is reality.

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#13. How slow life is, how violent hope is.

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#14. Geometry is to the plastic arts what grammar is to the art of the writer.

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#15. My blue mask as a God puts on his sky

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#16. Paint with whatever material you please - with pipes, postage stamps, postcards or playing cards, painted paper, or newspapers.

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#17. My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season

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#18. Without artists, the sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed.

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#19. It's raining women's voices
as if they had died
even in memory,
and it's raining you as well-
Marvellous encounters of my life
(o little drops!)

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#20. Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.

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#21. II
I'm no longer myself in here
I know
I'm number fifteen in the eleventh
Row

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#22. In this mirror,
I am enclosed a live and real as you.
Imagine angels and not like the reflections.

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#23. I sing the joy of wandering and the pleasure of the wanderer's death

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#24. I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.

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#25. Color is the fruit of life.

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#26. Today you are walking in Paris the women are all steeped in blood
It was and I'd rather not remember it was at beauty's decline

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#27. People quickly grow accustomed to being the slaves of mystery.

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#28. Come to the edge," he said.
"We can't, we're afraid!" they responded.
"Come to the edge," he said.
"We can't, We will fall!" they responded.
"Come to the edge," he said.
And so they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.

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#29. When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg.

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#30. All the words I have to say have turned into stars.

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#31. Memory is a hunting horn
Its tone dies out along the wind.

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#32. Without artists, the order which we find in nature, and which is only an effect of art, would at once vanish.

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#33. Joy always came after pain.

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#34. Come to the edge," he said.
They said, "We are afraid."
Come to the edge," he said.
They came.
He pushed them ... and they flew.

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#35. I don't want to work. I want to smoke.

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#36. Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.

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#37. One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.

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#38. A structure becomes architectural, and not sculptural, when its elements no longer have their justification in nature.

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#39. And God said come to the edge." "I can't. I'm afraid." "Come to the edge." "I can't. I'll fall" "Come to the edge." I went to the edge and God pushed me ... ... .and I flew.

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#40. Six mirrors keep staring at one another
("Monday rue Christine")

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#41. Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.

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