Quotes by André Breton

Past and future monopolize the poet’s sensory and intellectual faculties, detached from the immediate spectacle. These two philtres become utterly clear the moment one stops being hypnotized by the cloudy precipitate constituted by the world of today.

It is hard not to see into the future, faced with todays blind architecture - a thousand times more stupid and more revolting than that of other ages. How bored we shall be inside!

A word and everything is saved.A word and all is lost.

At the word witch, we imagine the horrible old crones from Macbeth. But the cruel trials witches suffered teach us the opposite. Many perished precisely because they were young and beautiful.

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 are fairy stories to be written for adults. Stories that are still in a green state.

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.

We are in front of a fountain, whose jet she seems to be watching. Those are your thoughts and mine. Look where they all start from, how high they reach, and then how its still prettier when they fall back. And then they dissolve immediately, driven back up with the same strength, then theres that broken spurt again, that fall ... and so on indefinitely.

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

They rarely discovered a star red as a distant crime or a star-fish.

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

May night continue to fall upon the orchestra

Time is a tease

It is more or less a given that nothing is less favorable to clairvoyance than the bright sun: physical light and mental light coexist on very poor terms.

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

I am concerned with facts of quite unverifiable intrinsic value, but which, by their absolutely unexpected violently fortuitous character, and the kind of associations of suspect ideas they provoke.

“My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.”