“Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.”
Death
“We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like?”
SuccessAll Quotes by Jean Cocteau
“I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike?”
Success“Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.”
Art“A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.”
Poetry“We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like?”
Success“All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.”
Good“The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.”
Poetry“The extreme limit of wisdom, that's what the public calls madness.”
Wisdom“I am a lie who always speaks the truth.”
Truth“Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.”
Art“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.”
Death“Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.”
Art“The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.”
Death“Poetry is indispensable - if I only knew what for.”
Poetry“Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.”
Art“The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one's preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizarre which seems inherent in them.”
Design“An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.”
Art“Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.”
Poetry“I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.”
Sad“Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.”
Death