Charles Baudelaire Quotes

Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:-- We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.

Life is a flame that is always burning itself out; but it catches fire again every time a child is born. Life is greater than death, and hope than despair.

The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment in the incandescence like the shape of a flower, a molten rose. Then all was dark again.

It was only when the giant got halfway down the incline that he suddenly, happily, burst into flame and continued his trip saying, "NO SURVIVORS, NO SURVIVORS!" in a manner that could only indicate deadly sincerity. It was seeing him happily burning and advancing that startled the Brute Squad to screaming. And once that happened, why, everybody panicked and ran.

The flame that burns Twice as bright burns half as long.

Mystical experiences nearly always lead one to a belief that some aspect of consciousness is imperishable. In a Buddhist metaphor the consciousness of the individual is like a flame that burns through the night. It is not the same flame over time, yet neither is it another flame.

What you call your personality, you know? --it's not like actual bones, or teeth, something solid. It's more like a flame. A flame can be upright, and a flame can flicker in the wind, a flame can be extinguished so there's no sign of it, like it had never been.

Most things are born in the mothering darkness and most things die. Darkness is the womb of creation, my boy. But the sun with his seven horns of flame is the father of life.

Like a flame is real enough, isn't it, while it's burning?-even if there's a time it goes out?

Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.

Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?

The only time we can talk about death is while we're alive, not afterwards.

The on­ly thing I know is ev­ery­thing you love will die.

The nature of finite things is to have the seed of their passing-away as their essential being: the hour of their birth is the hour of their death.

Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

The wars come and go in blood and tears; but whether they are bad wars, or what are comically called good wars, they are of one effect in death and sorrow.

The champagne was dead. So it goes.

I shall be dumped where the weed decays, And the rest is rust and stardust

Joy and sorrow, beauty and deformity, equally pass away.

Pay close attention to any flame of enthusiasm.

We live and die in the midst of marvels.

It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood.

If i thought i was replying to someone who would every return to the world, this flame would cease it's flickering. But since no one has returned from these depths alive, if what I've heard is true, I will answer you without fear of infamy.

You're all going to die. I hate to remind you, but it is on your schedule. It probably won't happen when you'd like; generally, it's an inconvenience.

The hard thing about death is that nothing ever changes. The hard thing about life is that nothing stays the same.