The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.
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Without opium, plans, marriages and journeys appear to me just as foolish as if someone falling out of a window were to hope to make friends with the occupants of the room before which he passes.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote suggests that without a certain escape or dream (symbolized by opium), various life pursuits seem futile.
Jean Cocteau's quote reflects the idea that in the absence of dreams or desires (represented metaphorically by opium), ordinary ambitions such as relationships, professional plans, and life journeys lose their significance and appear absurd. It speaks to the human tendency to seek meaning and connection, and how that search can feel pointless without the impetus of dreams or the highs of imagination.
Themes
DreamsPlansRelationshipsAbsurdityLife
In practice
Example use cases
During a motivational speech about pursuing dreams and aspirations, this quote can illustrate a point about the importance of hope.
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