The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead. – Jean Cocteau

The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead. – Jean Cocteau
Emotion resulting from a work of art is only of value when it is not obtained by sentimental blackmail. – Jean Cocteau
I couldnt have foreseen all the good things that have followed my mothers death. The renewed energy, the surprising sweetness of grief. The tenderness I feel for strangers on walkers. The deeper love I have for my siblings and friends. The desire to play the mandolin. The gift of a visitation. – Mary Schmich