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
love-is men giving
What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing compared with this ineffable orgy, this divine prostitution of the soul giving itself entire, all its poetry and all its charity, to the unexpected as it comes along, to the stranger as he passes.
love simplicity should
Beware of all the paradoxical in love. It is simplicity which saves, it is simplicity which brings happiness...Love should be love.
love acts-of-love torture
The act of love strongly resembles torture or surgery.
love clouds lovely
I love the clouds... the clouds that pass by... over there... over there... those lovely clouds!
love self needs
What is love? The need of coming out of one's self.
love creating church
Unable to do away with love, the Church found a way to decontaminate it by creating marriage.
love taste facts
Love is a taste for prostitution. In fact, there is no noble pleasure that cannot be reduced to Prostitution.
love-you mean heart
When a singer puts his hand on his heart, it means usually, I will always love you!
love men occupation
Love is the natural occupation of the man of leisure.
best-love love-is crime
What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.
love sex world
The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates his from all the lovely women he has found, from those that could be found, and those who are impossible to find.
hate passion doe
Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.
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.