"what are you looking for? There is no Truth. There's only action, action obeying a million different impulses, ephemeral action, action subjected to every possible and imaginable contingency and contradiction, Life. Life is crime, theft, jealousy, hunger, lies, disgust,stupidity, sickness, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, piles of corpses. what can you do about it, my poor friend?"
Blaise Cendrars
Poet and Novelist
Blaise Cendrars was a Swiss poet known for his innovative style and exploration of freedom, particularly in works like 'The Prose of the Trans-Siberian Express.'
- Born
- September 1, 1887
- Died
- January 21, 1961
- Quotes
- 17
- Rank
- #4137
About Blaise Cendrars
Blaise Cendrars — Life and Legacy
Blaise Cendrars, born Frédéric-Louis Sauser, was a pioneering Swiss poet whose work significantly influenced modern literature. His most notable contribution, 'The Prose of the Trans-Siberian Express,' exemplifies his unique blend of narrative and poetic forms, capturing the essence of travel and the human experience. Cendrars' writing reflects a deep engagement with themes of freedom and identity, often drawing from his own life as a wanderer and adventurer. Cendrars' core philosophy revolves around the idea that life is a journey filled with transformative experiences. His quote, 'The journey is the destination,' encapsulates this belief, suggesting that the process of exploration is as valuable as any endpoint. This perspective challenges traditional notions of success and encourages readers to embrace the uncertainties of life. His work often defies conventional poetic structures, utilizing free verse to convey the vibrancy of modernity and the complexities of human emotions. Today, Cendrars' quotes resonate with those seeking to understand the intricacies of identity and the quest for personal freedom. His exploration of these themes continues to inspire readers, inviting them to reflect on their own journeys and the narratives they create along the way.
Quote collection
Blaise Cendrars quotes
17 quotes — follow a thought to its full quote page.
"Humanity lives in its fiction."
"Photogenic is a stupid, nonsensical word, but it is also a great mystery."
"Only a soul full of despair can ever attain serenity and, to be in despair, you must have loved a good deal and still love the world."
"One's life, from being an exterior thing, grows inwards. Its intensity stays the same; and, d'you know, it's most mysterious, the corners in which the joy of living can sometimes hide away."
"The single fact of existing is already a true happiness."
"For action, whatever its immediate purpose, also implies relief at doing something, anything, and the joy of exertion. This is the optimism that is inherent in, and proper and indispensable to action, for without it nothing would ever be undertaken. It in no way suppresses the critical sense or clouds the judgment. On the contrary this optimism sharpens the wits, it creates a certain perspective and, at the last moment, lets in a ray of perpendicular light which illuminates all one's previous calculations, cuts and shuffles them and deals you the card of success, the winning number."
"A writer should never install himself before a panorama, however grandiose it may be."
"A mud-stained sunlight began to splatter the sodden fields, and the hateful, nasal world of birds began to come to life. It seemed to me that I was coming out of a suffocating nightmare and that the low clouds flying before the wind were the shreds of an evil dream."
"I'm not an extraordinary worker, I'm an extraordinary daydreamer. I exceed all my fantasies-even that of writing."
"Life The machine The human soul A 75mm breech My portrait"
"Writing is a noble privilege compared with the lot of most people, who live like parts of a machine, who live only to keep the gears of society pointlessly turning."
"Without the help of selfishness, the human animal would never have developed. Egoism is the vine by which man hoisted himself out of the swamp and escaped from the jungle."
"Writing is to descend like a miner to the depths of the mine with a lamp on your forehead, a light whose dubious brightness falsifies everything, whose wick is in permanent danger of explosion, whose blinking illumination in the coal dust exhausts and corrodes your eyes."
"My poor life This shawl Frayed on strongboxes full of gold I roll along with Dream And smoke And the only flame in the universe"
"I used the word 'prose' in the Trans-Siberian in the early Latin sense of prosa dictu. Poem seemed to me too pretentious, too narrow. Prose is more open, popular."
"Science is history arranged according to the superstition and taste of the moment. The vocabulary of scholars has no wit, no salt. These heavy tomes have no soul, they are filled with distress."