The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.
Jean CocteauRead
I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy on me seven times without realizing it. He lent a friendship, took it from me, sent me another.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the transient nature of friendships and the blessings we receive from them.
Jean Cocteau's quote expresses the idea that friendships are often temporary and that each friendship can be seen as a gift from a higher power. Losing friends can be painful, but it also suggests a cycle of new friendships and divine mercy that continues in our lives, even when we don't realize it. It adopts a profound perspective on loss and appreciation for the connections we make.
In practice
In a eulogy, when reflecting on the value of friendships lost.
The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.
One must be a living man and a posthumous artist.
All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.
Listen carefully to first criticisms made of your work. Note just what it is about your work that critics don't like - then cultivate it. That's the only part of your work that's individual and worth keeping.
Watch yourself all your life in a mirror and you'll see Death at work like bees in a glass hive.
As widowers proverbially marry again, so a man with the habit of friendship always finds new friends.
Never forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.
Friendship is a serious affection; the most sublime of all affections, because it is founded on principle, and cemented by time.
Every man has frequent grievances which only the solicitude of friendship will discover and remedy, and which would remain for ever unheeded in the mighty heap of human calamity, were it only surveyed by the eye of general benevolence equally attentive to every misery.
One doesn't know, till one is a bit at odds with the world, how much one's friends who believe in one rather generously, mean to one.
Nothing will ever please me, no matter how excellent or beneficial, if I must retain the knowledge of it to myself. . . . . . No good thing is pleasant to possess, without friends to share it.
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