Beauty makes one lose one's head. Poetry is born of this decapitation — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility. It insists on living its own life. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
“I suppose the artists invented the firm breasts they put on women, and that in reality all women had flabby ones.” — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
The poet Paul Éluard says that to understand my film version of Beauty and the Beast, you must love your dog more… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
It seems to me that invisibility is the required provision of elegance. Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
What is history after all? History is facts which become lies in the end. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike? — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
My method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
