Vaguely conscious of that great suspense in which we live, we find our escape from its sterile, annihilating reality in many dreams, in religion, passion, art.

~ Arthur Symons

Arthur Symons Art Dreams Escape Religion Suspense Throbbing Gristle

As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me; all things leave me -You remain. Other thoughts may come and go, Other moments I may know That shall waft me, in their going, As a breath blown to and fro, Fragrant memories; fragrant memories Come and go. Only thoughts of you remain In my heart where they have lain, Perfumed thoughts of you, remaining, A hid sweetness, in my brain. Others leave me; all things leave me -You remain.

~ Arthur Symons

Arthur Symons Poem You Remain

Love I never associated with the senses, it was not even passion that I wanted; it was a conscious, subtle, elaborate sensuality, which I knew not how to procure.

~ Arthur Symons

Arthur Symons Love Quotations

A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.

~ Arthur Symons

Arthur Symons Venice Become Him