All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
JEAN COCTEAUWealth is an inborn attitude of mind, like poverty. The pauper who has made his pile may flaunt his spoils, but cannot wear them plausibly.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious.
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There’s no such thing as love; only proof of love.
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Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.
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Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.
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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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I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
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One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.
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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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An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
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After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
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Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept.
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A true photographer is as rare as a true poet or a true painter.
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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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Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
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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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