Jean Cocteau nejznámější citáty
Jean Cocteau: Citáty o životě
Jean Cocteau: Citáty o lásce
Jean Cocteau citáty a výroky
„Dobrá a krásná kniha je ta, která plnými hrstmi rozsévá otazníky.“
Přisuzované
Zdroj: [Kotrmanová, Milada, 2003, Perly ducha, Ostrava: Knižní expres, 98, 80-86132-91-9]
„Poezii se člověk neoddává, on se jí obětuje.“
Přisuzované
Zdroj: [Kotrmanová, Milada, 2003, Perly ducha, Ostrava: Knižní expres, 108, 80-86132-91-9]
„Taktnost spočívá v odhadu, jak daleko můžeme jít, abychom nazašli příliš daleko.“
Varianta: Takt spočívá v tom, že víme, jak daleko smíme zajít, aniž bychom zašli příliš daleko.
Jean Cocteau: Citáty anglicky
“The joy of youth is to disobey, but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders.”
As quoted in Geary's Guide to the World's Great Aphorists (2007) by James Geary, p. 271
“Living is a horizontal fall.”
Opium (1929)
Varianta: Life is a horizontal fall.
Zdroj: Opium: The Diary of His Cure
Diary of an Unknown (1988), On Invisibility
Kontext: Poetry is an ethic. By ethic I mean a secret code of behavior, a discipline constructed and conducted according to the capabilities of a man who rejects the falsifications of the categorical imperative.
This personal morality may appear to be immorality itself in the eyes of those who lie to themselves, or who live a life of confusion, in such a manner that, for them, a lie becomes the truth, and our truth becomes a lie...
“Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility.”
Diary of an Unknown (1988), On Invisibility
Kontext: Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility. In that case, you ask me, of what use is it? Of no use. Who will see it? No one. Which does not prevent it from being an outrage to modesty, though its exhibitionism is squandered on the blind. It is enough for poetry to express a personal ethic, which can then break away in the form of a work. It insists on living its own life. It becomes the pretext for a thousand misunderstandings that go by the name of glory...
Diary of an Unknown (1988), On Invisibility
Kontext: Beauty is always the result of an accident. Of a violent lapse between acquired habits and those yet to be acquired. It baffles and disgusts. It may even horrify. Once the new habit has been acquired, the accident ceases to be an accident. It becomes classical and loses its shock value.
Diary of an Unknown (1988), On Invisibility
Kontext: Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility. In that case, you ask me, of what use is it? Of no use. Who will see it? No one. Which does not prevent it from being an outrage to modesty, though its exhibitionism is squandered on the blind. It is enough for poetry to express a personal ethic, which can then break away in the form of a work. It insists on living its own life. It becomes the pretext for a thousand misunderstandings that go by the name of glory...
"De la Ligne" in La Difficulté d’Etre [The Difficulty of Being] (1947)
Kontext: What is line? It is life. A line must live at each point along its course in such a way that the artist’s presence makes itself felt above that of the model... With the writer, line takes precedence over form and content. It runs through the words he assembles. It strikes a continuous note unperceived by ear or eye. It is, in a way, the soul’s style, and if the line ceases to have a life of its own, if it only describes an arabesque, the soul is missing and the writing dies.
“History is facts which become lies in the end; legends are lies which become history in the end.”
As quoted in The Observer (22 September 1957)
Kontext: What is history after all? History is facts which become lies in the end; legends are lies which become history in the end.
“We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?”
On his election to Académie Française (1955) Variant translation: Of course I believe in luck. How else does one explain the successes of one's enemies?
“The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.”
Depuis le jour de ma naissance, ma mort s'est mise en marche. Elle marche à ma rencontre, sans se presser.
"Postambule" in La Fin du Potomac (1939); later published in Collected Works Vol. 2 (1947)
“An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.”
As quoted in Newsweek (16 May 1955) Variant translation: Asking an artist to talk about his work is like asking a plant to discuss horticulture.
