Guillaume Apollinaire Quotes

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

Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We're afraid.' 'Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We will fall!' 'Come to the edge.' And they came. And he pushed them. And they flew.

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.

Cubism is the art of depicting new wholes with formal elements borrowed not only from the reality of vision, but from that of conception.

Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.

Joy came always after pain.

Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.

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

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

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.

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

How slow life is, how violent hope is.

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure Les jours s'en vont je demeure

One day/ One day I waited for myself/ I said to myself Guillaume it's time you came/ So I could know just who I am/ I who know others.

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

Color is the fruit of life.

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

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

To insist on purity is to baptize instinct, to humanize art, and to deify personality.

Joy always came after pain.

My, how beautiful is war! its songs, its leisure!

Matisse renovates rather than innovates.

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

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

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

I hate artists who are not of their time.

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

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

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

People quickly grow accustomed to being the slaves of mystery.

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

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

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

J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyèreL'automne est morte souviens-t'enNous ne nous verrons plus sur terreOdeur du temps brin de bruyèreEt souviens-toi que je t'attends

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

De temps à autre, il est bon de faire une pause dans notre quête du bonheur et d'être simplement heureux.

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 . . ."— Guillaume ApollinairetFrench poet

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