Charles Baudelaire - Love Quotes

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The Poet is a kinsman in the clouds Who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day; But on the ground, among the hooting crowds, He cannot walk, his wings are in the way.

Charles Baudelaire
Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.

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The Devil's hand directs our every move - / the things we loathed become the things we love

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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.

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The solitary and thoughtful stroller finds a singular intoxication in this universal communion. The man who loves to lose himself in a crowd enjoys feverish delights that the egoist locked up in himself as in a box, and the slothful man like a mollusk in his shell, will be eternally deprived of. He adopts as his own all the occupations, all the joys and all the sorrows that chance offers.

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There is no dream of love, however ideal it may be, which does not end up with a fat, greedy baby hanging from the breast.

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I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.

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What I say is that the supreme and singular joy of making love resides in the certainty of doing evil.

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It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.

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Unable to do away with love, the Church found a way to decontaminate it by creating marriage.

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I love the clouds... the clouds that pass by... over there... over there... those lovely clouds!

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Man loves man so much that when he flees the city, it is still to seek the crowd, that is, to rebuild the city in the country.

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We love women in proportion to their degree of strangeness to us.

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