Arthur Rimbaud Quotes

To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

Don't trust the heart, it wants your blood.

I slowly climbed back to my feet, walked back into the emergency department through the silently swishing glass doors, and, covered in my girlfriend's blood, lied perfectly for the first time in my life. "I tried to stop her.

I loved him even now, as he took a knife to my throat, as I drowned in blood, as I whispered "Cousin, you were wrong. We were born to live.

You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies. One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes.

Love make us a liar. . Jace Wayland/Herondale, City of Ashes

My arms are up to the elbows in blood. That is the most terrible thing that lies in my soul.

Oh, you need Alan to betray Nick and then you'll steal Nick's powers and kill them both," said Mae. "Great idea. Hey, can i come? I'll bring a picnic lunch if you promise not to let blood get on the sandwiches.

I've laid down with love and woke up with lies. What's it all, worth only the heart can measure.

Today I feel more betrayed than perhaps ever before, that someone who had got to know my children, my staff and me, whom I let into my heart and told the truth, could then sacrifice the trust I placed in him and produce this terrible and unfair program.

I play, in real life, Kim, who is actually Marshall Mathers ex-wife as of now. She lies and says she is pregnant because she really wants to keep him and he figures her out.

You don't have to be a cheater to sing a cheatin' song, that's what I'm saying.

I've already told you: the only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure.

It's a political and manipulative industry. Actors vie for the same roles, movies are snatched away. Have I ever been manipulated? Yes. But I haven't manipulated anyone because if you think from the heart, you cannot be calculative. I have spent nights crying.

There is no French town in which the wounds inflicted on the battle-field are not bleeding.

History could pass for a scarlet text, its jot and title graven red in human blood.

My mind revolts and my soul cannot support the weight of so much evil: theft, rape, pillage, deaths, and murders, fires and devastation; the virgin violated, the cry of the widow and the orphan; the father armed against his son and each one looking for his brother to kill him; of those who have migrated; of the thousands who have fled; of the bodies stretched out in the public streets; of the bones which cover the fields and of so much blood shed on Venezuela’s soil.

One to mislead the public, another to mislead the Cabinet, and the third to mislead itself.

Was ever such a prize won with so little innocent blood?

Military glory—the attractive rainbow that rises in showers of blood.

Sitting in marble corridors waiting for important people to lie to you.

The first thing a man will do for his ideals is lie.

When they [the Briton Nobles] are sufficiently inebriated, I will cry out, 'Nimed eure Saxes,' then let each draw his knife, and kill his man; but spare the king [Vortigern], on account of his marriage with my daughter, for it is better that he should be ransomed than killed.

Treason must be stopped by fair means of foul.

When winning is everything and everyone does whatever they need to win and to not lose, including lying, you have a world in which 'basic trust' is lost.