Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
JEAN COCTEAUMirrors should think longer before they reflect.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.
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Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.
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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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All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
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The joy of the young is to disobey.
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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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Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
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Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work – that’s what makes you unique.
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The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.
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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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Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
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If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed.
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The eyes of the dead are closed gently; we also have to open gently the eyes of the living.
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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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A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
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