The ability to laugh heartily is the sign of a healthy soul.
JEAN COCTEAUMy method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.
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There’s no such thing as love; only proof of love.
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A true photographer is as rare as a true poet or a true painter.
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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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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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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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All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
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My method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away.
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Never do what a specialist can do better. Discover your own specialty. Do not despair if your specialty appears to be more delicate, a lesser thing. Make up in finesse what you lose in force.
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Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.
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You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.
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Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.
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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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We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?
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We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
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