Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
JEAN COCTEAUWe shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.
More Jean Cocteau Quotes
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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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When I write, I disturb. When I show a film, I disturb. When I exhibit my painting, I disturb, and I disturb if I don’t. I have a knack for disturbing.
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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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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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Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
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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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The joy of the young is to disobey.
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After you have written a thing and you reread it, there is always the temptation to fix it up, to improve it, to remove its poison, blunt its sting.
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The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
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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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All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
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Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.
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I feel myself inhabited by a force or being — very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
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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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Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
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