Quotes by André Breton
Words make love with one another.
Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.
Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.
All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
What one hides is worth neither more nor less than what one finds. And what one hides from oneself is worth neither more nor less than what one allows others to find.
If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.
Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.
Dali is like a man who hesitates between talent and genius, or, as one might once have said, between vice and virtue.
There is nothing with which it is so dangerous to take liberties as liberty itself.
Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imagined, past and future, the communicable and the incommunicable, high and low, cease to be perceived as contradictions.
Nothing retains less of desire in art, in science, than this will to industry, booty, possession.
It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.
No rules exist, and examples are simply life-savers answering the appeals of rules making vain attempts to exist.
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.
To see, to hear, means nothing. To recognize (or not to recognize) means everything. Between what I do recognize and what I do not recognize there stands myself. And what I do not recognize I shall continue not to recognize.
Beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all.
Of all the arts in which the wise excel, nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.
In the world we live in everything militates in favor of things that have not yet happened, of things that will never happen again.
I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams... Man... is above all the plaything of his memory.
