Best 72 quotes of Jean Anouilh on MyQuotes

A genius knows how to make himself easily understood without being obvious about it.

A happy love is full of quarrels, you know.

All children are sweet at five. But at twelve they begin to get silly.

All prisons are brimming over with innocence. It is those who cram their fellows into them, in the name of empty ideas, who are the only guilty ones.

Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute! Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Only engage, and then the mind grows heated. Begin, and then the work will be completed.

Beauty is one of the rare things that do not lead to doubt of God.

Beauty, real beauty, is something very grave. If there is a God, He must be partly that.

Believe me; all evil comes from the old. They grow fat on ideas and young men die of them.

Chacun de nous a un jour, plus ou moins triste, plus ou moins lointain, o  u' il doit enfin accepter d'e"  tre un homme. There will come a day for each of us, more or less sad, more or less distant, whenwe must accept the condition of being human.

Death has to be waiting at the end of the ride before you truly see the earth, and feel your heart, and love the world.

Death is beautiful. It alone gives love its true habitat.

Don't make the mistake of believing it's enough to reproduce the realities of life.... The object of art is to give life a shape, and to do it by every conceivable artifice.

Every man thinks God is on his side. The rich and powerful know he is.

Everything ends this way in France — everything. Weddings, christenings, duels, burials, swindlings, diplomatic affairs — everything is a pretext for a good dinner.

God is on everyone's side... and in the last analysis, he is on the side with plenty of money and large armies.

God! Is there anything uglier than a frightened man!

Have you noticed that life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively in newspapers?

However tight I shut my eyes, there will always be a stray dog somewhere in the world who'll stop me being happy.

I like reality. It tastes like bread.

Il y aura toujours un chien perdu quelque part qui m'empe"  chera d'e"  tre heureux. There will always be a lost dog somewhere that will prevent me being happy.

In matters of money there's no such thing as enough.

Inspiration? - a hoax fabricated by poets for their self-importance.

Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance.

In your efforts to dazzle us your reasoning has gone awry. You know very well that love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

It bothered me that whatever was waiting wasn't waiting for me

It is restful, tragedy, because one knows that there is no more lousy hope left. You know you're caught, caught at last like a rat with all the world on its back. And the only thing left to do is shout - not moan, or complain, but yell out at the top of your voice whatever it was you had to say. What you've never said before. What perhaps you don't even know till now.

It takes a certain courage and a certain greatness even to be truly base.

Je sais de quelles petitesses meurent les plus grandes amours. I know how pettiness ruins the greatest loves.

Life has a way of setting things in order and leaving them be. Very tidy, is life.

Life is a child playing round your feet, a tool you hold firmly in your grip, a bench you sit down upon in the evening, in your garden.

Life is a wonderful thing to talk about, or to read about in history books - but it is terrible when one has to live it.

Life isn't what you think it is. It's like water, and the young let it trickle away between their fingers without even noticing. Cup your hands, keep it safe. Life eventually becomes something else, something hard, something simple, something you can hold in your hand and nibble on contentedly as you sit in the sun.

Life is very nice, but it has no shape. The object of art is actually to give it some and to do it by every artifice possible-truer than the truth.

Life is very nice, but it lacks form. It's the aim of art to give it some.

Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happy - common clay, if you like - eating, breeding, working, counting their pennies; people who just live; ordinary people; people you can't imagine dead. And then there are the others - the noble ones, the heroes. The ones you can quite well imagine lying shot, pale and tragic; one minute triumphant with a guard of honor, and the next being marched away between two gendarmes

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

Men create real miracles when they use their God-given courage and intelligence.

My wife was an opera singer, you know. She bellowed her way through Wagner as a Valkyrie. I married her and made her give up the theatre, to my eternal cost. She was to go on acting for myself alone. A performance at his own expense, lasting for more than twenty years, tends to wear out your spectator.

Nobody has a more sacred obligation to obey the law than those who make the law.

Nothing is irreparable in politics.

Obligations, hatreds, injuries; what did I expect my memories to be? I was forgetting remorse. Now I have a complete past.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy - and that is life.

One can be a patriot, you know, without making one's wife join the breadline.

One can make one's life a complete misery, worrying about burglaries and shipwrecks, but ask anyone, anyone you know ... earth-shattering disasters and fabulous inheritances all seems to take place exclusively in the newspapers.

One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.

Our entire life, with our fine moral code and our precious freedom, consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are.

Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as they're old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors. If they only knew that it's enough to be just a little bit wounded and sad in order to obtain everything without fighting for it.

Propaganda is a soft weapon; hold it in your hands too long, and it will move about like a snake, and strike the other way.

Saintliness is also a temptation.

Some men like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path