Charles Baudelaire Quotes About Cats

Quotes about: Cats

• It is easy to understand why the rabble dislike cats. A cat is beautiful; it suggests ideas of luxury, cleanliness, voluptuous pleasures.

  Charles Baudelaire

  Beautiful, Cat, Ideas

  Charles Baudelaire, Christopher Isherwood, W. H. Auden (2006). “Intimate Journals”, p.49, Courier Corporation

• Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes.

  Charles Baudelaire

  Cat, Eye, Dust

  Charles Baudelaire (1991). “The Flowers of Evil and Paris Spleen: Poems”, Boa Editions

• Drowsing, they take the noble attitude of a great sphinx, who, in a desert land, sleeps always, dreaming dreams that have no end.

  Charles Baudelaire

  Dream, Attitude, Sleep

• When it meows, one scarcely hears it... It has not the need of words to speak the lengthiest phraseologies.

  Charles Baudelaire

  Cat, Needs, Speak

• In my mind it strolls, as well as in my apartment. A cat, strong, sweet and delightful.

  Charles Baudelaire

  Sweet, Strong, Cat

• Cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household.

  Charles Baudelaire

  Strong, Cat, Pride

• I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.

  Charles Baudelaire

  Music, Cat, Glasses

  Charles Baudelaire (1919). “The Poems and Prose Poems of Charles Baudelaire”

• Like those great sphinxes lounging through eternity in noble attitudes upon the desert sand, they gaze incuriously at nothing, calm and wise.

  Charles Baudelaire

  Wise, Attitude, Cat

  Charles Baudelaire, “Les Chats (Cats)”

• From his soft fur, golden and brown, Goes out so sweet a scent, one night I might have been embalmed in it By giving him one little pet. He is my household's guardian soul; He judges, he presides, inspires All matters in his royal realm; Might he be fairy? or a god? When my eyes, to this cat I love Drawn as by a magnet's force, Turn tamely back upon that appeal, And when I look within myself, I notice with astonishment The fire of his opal eyes, Clear beacons glowing, living jewels, Taking my measure, steadily.

  Charles Baudelaire

  Sweet, Eye, Cat

  Charles Baudelaire, James N McGowan (2008). “The Flowers of Evil”, p.105, Oxford Paperbacks

• Both ardent lovers and austere scholars, when once they come to the years of discretion, love cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household, who like them are sensitive to the cold, and sedentary.

  Charles Baudelaire

  Strong, Cat, Pride

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