Perhaps my life is nothing but an image of this kind; perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I simply should recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.
André BretonMots clés surrealism nadja
People love mystery, and that is why they love my paintings.
Salvador DalíMots clés art mystery surrealism
In the shadows he could just make out a rough, ghostly wall that stood out in the pitch darkness. As if drawn by an irresistible black beacon, he slowly advanced step by step towards that incandescent wall of shale. Far off, the city was vanishing into the air. The fiesta disappeared somewhere beyond his eyelids. The wall was increasing in size, growing amidst a mixture of shadows and sparks. It was a wall of smoke from which sprouted candles that resembled asteroids. In fact, it was not one wall but two. Two tall, crackling walls, silently burning. But it wasn't two walls either. It was, in fact, a street.
Eugenio Fernández GranellMots clés surrealism street
The plants in the garden - the aloes, the almond tree, the rose tree and the iris - were afraid of her. The flowers withered under her breath and the touch of her hand was leprous for the leaves. The plants whose growth is belief, whose breathing is hope, whose immobility is confidence and whose calyx is prayer, the plants who kept watch into the night, hated this women with the secret force of stars.
Hendrik CramerMots clés plants surrealism garden vegetation
A constant human error: to believe in an end to one's fantasies. Our daydreams are the measure of our unreachable truth. The secret of all things lies in the emptiness of the formula that guard them.
Floriano MartinsMots clés dreams surrealism fantasies
Perfect nonsense goes on in the world. Sometimes there is no plausibility at all
Nikolai GogolMots clés surrealism
We all love conflagrations. When the sky changes color, it is a dead man's passing.
André BretonMots clés death surrealism
How small these rescued tides appear! Earthly delights flow in torrents. Each object offers paradise.
André BretonMots clés paradise surrealism
The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up.
André BretonMots clés stars night surrealism
We have come from all the countries of the world and are going to Saintes-Maries de la Mer. Nomads of the enigma, we gather there each year after having carried our mystery through ordinary countryside and fluid towns. Since we become transformed by our wanderings we are despised by those who stand still and retain a memory of giant serpents and metallic green.
Raymond QueneauMots clés mystery surrealism
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