Quotes from Andre Breton

Tell me whom you haunt and I'll tell you who you are.

The man who cannot visualize a horse galloping on a tomato is an idiot.

The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up.

Beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all.

Beauty is like a train that ceaselessly roars out of the Gare de Lyon and which I know will never leave, which has not left. It consists of jolts and shocks, many of which do not have much importance, but which we know are destined to produce one Shock , which does...The human heart, beautiful as a seismograph...Beauty will be CONVULSIVE or will not be at all.

Words make love with one another.

All my life my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name." andre breton

The mind, placed before any kind of difficulty, can find an ideal outlet in the absurd. Accommodation to the absurd readmits adults to the mysterious realm inhabited by children.

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

May night continue to fall upon the orchestra

A game: say something. Close your eyes and say something. Anything, a number, a name. Like this (she closes her eyes): Two, two what? Two women. What do they look like? Wearing black. Where are they? In a park. . . . And then, what are they doing? Try it, it's so easy, why don't you want to play? You know, that's how I talk to myself when I'm alone, I tell myself all kinds of stories. And not only silly stories: actually, I live this way altogether.

I am the soul in limbo.

The important thing is that man is lost in time, in the moment that immediately precedes him - which only attests, by reflection, to the fact that he is lost in the moment that follows

There is no use being alive if one must work. The event from which each of us is entitled to expect the revelation of his own life's meaning - that event which I may not yet have found, but on whose path I seek myself - is not earned by work.

I myself shall continue living in my glass house where you can always see who comes to call, where everything hanging from the the ceiling and on the walls stays where it is as if by magic, where I sleep nights in a glass bed, under glass sheets, where who I am will sooner or later appear etched by a diamond.

There is By my leaning over the precipice Of your presence and your absence in hopeless fusion My finding the secret Of loving you Always for the first time

The important thing is that man is lost in time, in the moment that immediately precedes him - which only attests, by reflection, to the fact that he is lost in the moment that follows

Words have finished flirting. Now they are making love.

Words make love with one another.

If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.

I love you on the surface of seas Red like the egg when it is green

No one who has lived even for a fleeting moment for something other than life in its conventional sense and has experienced the exaltation that this feeling produces can then renounce his new freedom so easily.

There is nothing with which it is so dangerous to take liberties as liberty itself.

All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.""Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself