The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.
There are too many souls of wood not to love those wooden characters who do indeed have a soul.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote emphasizes the importance of recognizing and cherishing those with genuine depth and emotion amidst a superficial world.
Jean Cocteau's quote reflects on the idea that in a world filled with insincere and emotionally detached individuals ('souls of wood'), it becomes all the more essential to appreciate those who possess true emotional depth and authenticity ('wooden characters who do indeed have a soul'). It suggests that love should be directed towards those who are genuine and real, contrasting them with the many who lack such qualities.
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Example use cases
In a speech about the importance of deep relationships, one might say, 'As Jean Cocteau noted, there are too many souls of wood not to love those wooden characters who do indeed have a soul.'
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