Cats Quote by Jean Cocteau Download Open image “I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.” — Jean Cocteau ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.0 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Cats Cats Enjoy Enjoy Enjoy Home Home Home Little Little by little Love Love Cat Love Cats Pet Soul Visible Soul
I love cats. I love their grace and their elegance. I love their independence and their arrogance, and the way they lie and look… — Joyce Stranger Copy Share Image
I love cats. I have a lot of cat tales, ha ha, so to speak. A lot of my cats come to me. They… — Gina Gershon Copy Share Image
I'm not sure why I like cats so much. I mean, they're really cute obviously. They are both wild and domestic at the same… — Michael Showalter Copy Share Image
Cats are so wonderful because they're furry, purry and totally independent. — Ann Widdecombe Copy Share Image
I love all animals. I just happen to prefer cats. They're really chill, and they're loving yet not loving. I relate to them, in… — Camren Bicondova Copy Share Image
I really love animals. My cat is my little soul mate. He's not just a cat, he's my friend. — Tracey Emin Copy Share Image
Yes I love cats, I love dogs, I love all animals - anything on four legs with fur on more or less qualifies. — Princess Michael of Kent Copy Share Image
I can say with sincerity that I like cats... A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other. — Emily Bronte 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
My school was one of the most beautiful places a child can grow up in. You are surrounded by nature - cats, dogs, birds… — Amala Akkineni Copy Share Image
Okay, so I'll admit I'm curious. Big deal. We both know what that leads to. Dead cat. — Susan Elizabeth Phillips Copy Share Image
I liked Cats as a kid, now its hard to say. I dont live in New York anymore so dont see so many. — Katherine Moennig Copy Share Image
“The next day, Trixie pawed Maddie awake, patting her arm gently. “I’m up,” Maddie groaned, blinking sleep out of her eyes. “Mrrow.” Trixie peered… — Jinty James Copy Share Image
“So Nikki came aboard as Jaqueline's spare cat, presumably in case our prime cat, Eliza, goes on vacation, takes industrial action, or requests a… — Christopher S. Wren Copy Share Image
One reason why my memory decays is that I have three cats, all so loving and insistent that they play cat's-cradle with every train… — Sylvia Townsend Warner Copy Share Image
It's an interesting fact that fewer than 17 % of Real cats end their lives with the same name they started with. Much family… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
The dog is guided by kindly instinct to the man or woman whose heart is open to his advances. The cat often leaves the… — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
When I see things through my eyes, I don't want to ever just be really negative towards someone's performance. There are many ways to… — Stone Cold Steve Austin Copy Share Image
One cat just leads to another. The place is so damned big it doesn't really seem as though there were many cats until you… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“In the morning, when she wishes me to wake, she crouches on my chest, and pats my face with her paw. Or, if I… — Doris Lessing Copy Share Image
