Rene Char quotes:

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  • It is not whether your words or actions are tough or gentle; it is the spirit behind your actions and words that announces your inner state.

  • Each act is virgin, even the repeated ones.

  • A poet should leave traces of his passage, not proofs. Traces alone engender dreams.

  • Develop your legitimate strangeness.

  • How can we live without the unknown before us?

  • Trust firmly in your luck, cling to your happiness, and dare to take risks.

  • Why did I become a writer? A bird's feather on my windowpane in winter and all at once there arose in my heart a battle of embers never to subside again.

  • A poet must leave traces of his passage, not proof.

  • Desire, desire which knows, we draw no advantage from our shadows except from some veritable sovereignties accompanied by invisible flames, invisible chains, which, coming to light, step after step, cause us to shine.

  • A poem is the realization of love. . . .

  • Be gful to the man who cares nothing for your remorse. You are his equal.

  • For an inheritance to be really great, the hand of the defunct must not be seen.

  • How did writing come to me? Like bird's down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle of firebrands, which has, still now, not ended.

  • I believe in the magic and authority of words.

  • Imagination consists in expelling from reality several incomplete persons, and then using the magic and subversive powers of desire to bring them back in the form of one entirely satisfying presence.

  • Man is able to do what he is unable to imagine. His head trails a wake through the galaxy of the absurd.

  • To be a poet is to have an appetite for a certain anxiety which, when tasted among the swirling sum of things existent or forfeit, causes, as the taste dies, joy.

  • What can be seductive about the eternal nothing is that the finest day is indifferently this one or any other like it.

  • What comes into the world to disturb nothing merits neither attention nor patience

  • With my teethI have seized lifeUpon the knife of my youth.With my lips today,With my lips alone...

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