Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what’s known as infinity.
JEAN COCTEAUThe poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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The joy of the young is to disobey.
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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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The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
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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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I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
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Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself.
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I’ve always preferred mythology to history. History is truth that becomes an illusion. Mythology is an illusion that becomes reality.
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The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.
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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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When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.
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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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Picasso said that everything is a miracle, that it’s a miracle that we don’t dissolve in our baths.
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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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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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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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