Jean Cocteau Quotes

I like things that are just about to go. Everything's leaving. Death is never far away from me. When you make something, death can't help but be in it.

Even at our birth, death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks towards us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh.

We will all, someday, experience death, and become obsolete as a dead leaf falling from a tree, crushed by passersby to ashes underlying the earth.

Death is a very important part of life.

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.

Death is an absolute marvel.

Death is present every day in our lives. It's not that I take pleasure in the morbid fascination of it, but it is a fact of life.

Each instant of life is a step toward death.

Modern thought has transferred the spectral character of Death to the notion of time itself. Time has become Death triumphant over all.

I think a lot about death more than life, because we're going towards death.

I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.

Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time.

These trees and these old people have one thing in common, they're both going in the ground soon!

To continue living, we have to die. That's the story of humanity - generation after generation - that we are going to die. There's nothing dramatic about death except that one loses one's life.

Death is an art, you know.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

Death is just a part of life, you know? It's what makes all of life more vibrant. It's coming whether we want to accept it or not.

The living all find death unpleasant; men mourn over it. And yet, what is death, but the unbending of the bow and its return to its case?

Believe me, if a man doesn't know death, he doesn't know life.

Among all the vicissitudes of life, which vary in each individual's experience, there is one event which sooner or later comes to everyone - Death!

Death doesn't frighten me, it bothers me. It bothers me for example that someone can be there tomorrow but me I am no longer there. What bothers me is no longer being alive, not being dead.

Death is not natural for a state as it is for a human being, for whom death is not only necessary, but frequently even desirable.

We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.

Nature is one great big wood-chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones and hair.

First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too.