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.
JEAN COCTEAUMirrors should think longer before they reflect.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself.
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Not only should you not accept a prize. You should not try to deserve one either.
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The public is never pleased with what we do, wanting always a copy of what we have done.
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Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.
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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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If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.
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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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Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.
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What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.
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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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A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
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Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
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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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Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
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Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
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