I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy on me seven times without realizing it. He lent a friendship, took it from me, sent me another.
JEAN COCTEAUI feel myself inhabited by a force or being — very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience and becomes friendship.
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Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
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The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.
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It is difficult to live without opium after having known it because it is difficult, after knowing opium, to take earth seriously. And unless one is a saint, it is difficult to live without taking earth seriously.
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I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love.
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Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.
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Listen carefully to first criticisms made of your work. Note just what it is about your work that critics don’t like – then cultivate it. That’s the only part of your work that’s individual and worth keeping.
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Anything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.
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Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.
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Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility… It insists on living its own life.
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I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
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Poetry is a religion without hope. The poet exhausts himself in its service, knowing that, in the long run, a masterpiece is nothing but the performance of a trained dog on very shaky ground.
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There’s no such thing as love; only proof of love.
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I feel myself inhabited by a force or being — very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
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The poet, by composing poems, uses a language that is neither dead nor living, that few people speak, and few people understand We are the servants of an unknown force that lives within us, manipulates us, and dictates this language to us.
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