28 Total Quotes

Guillaume Apollinaire Quotes

Guillaume Apollinaire
One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.
Guillaume Apollinaire
#French Novelist

Guillaume Apollinaire
The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection.
Guillaume Apollinaire
#French Novelist #Nature

Guillaume Apollinaire
French painting today is the only school which counts; only it plunders the universe for the logic of the great traditions, only it is full of life.
Guillaume Apollinaire
#Logic

Guillaume Apollinaire
I hate artists who are not of their time.
Guillaume Apollinaire
#French Novelist

Guillaume Apollinaire
To insist on purity is to baptize instinct, to humanize art, and to deify personality.
Guillaume Apollinaire
#Purity #Art

Guillaume Apollinaire
Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.
Guillaume Apollinaire
#French Novelist #Happiness

Guillaume Apollinaire
Joy always came after pain.
Guillaume Apollinaire
#French Novelist #Joy

Guillaume Apollinaire
I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.
Guillaume Apollinaire
#French Novelist #Love

Guillaume Apollinaire
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony. The sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed. The order which we find in nature, and which is only an effect of art, would at once vanish. Everything would break up in chaos. There would be no seasons, no civilization, no thought, no humanity; even life would give way, and the impotent void would reign everywhere.
Guillaume Apollinaire
#Arts And Artists

Guillaume Apollinaire
A structure becomes architectural, and not sculptural, when its elements no longer have their justification in nature.
Guillaume Apollinaire
#French Novelist #Justification

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Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind
Guillaume Apollinaire
#Hunting

Guillaume Apollinaire
It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.
Guillaume Apollinaire
#French Novelist #Eyes

Guillaume Apollinaire
When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg.
Guillaume Apollinaire
#French Novelist #Man

Guillaume Apollinaire
Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.
Guillaume Apollinaire
#French Novelist

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Truth beyond the real
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#Truth

Guillaume Apollinaire
Cubism is the art of depicting new wholes with formal elements borrowed not only from the reality of vision, but from that of conception.
Guillaume Apollinaire
#Art

Guillaume Apollinaire
''Come to the edge,'' He said. They said, ''We are afraid.'' ''Come to the edge,'' He said. They cam. He pushed them... and they flew.
Guillaume Apollinaire
#Fear

Guillaume Apollinaire
Come to the edge, he said. They said: We can't. We are afraid. Come to the edge, he said. They said: We can't. We will fall! Come to the edge, he said. And they came. And he pushed them. And they flew.
Guillaume Apollinaire
#Courage #inspirational

Guillaume Apollinaire
J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyère L'automne est morte souviens-t'en Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre Odeur du temps Brin de bruyère Et souviens-toi que je t'attends
Guillaume Apollinaire
#Short