Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself.
JEAN COCTEAUTact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
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Wealth is an inborn attitude of mind, like poverty. The pauper who has made his pile may flaunt his spoils, but cannot wear them plausibly.
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Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.
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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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We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?
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Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.
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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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Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility… It insists on living its own life.
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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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The extreme limit of wisdom, that’s what the public calls madness.
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The only way to kill death is through photography.
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There’s no such thing as love; only proof of love.
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If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.
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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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The job of the poet (a job which can’t be learned) consists of placing those objects of the visible world which have become invisible due to the glue of habit, in an unusual position which strikes the soul and gives them a tragic force.
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