Eugene O'Neill Quotes
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When you're 50 you start thinking about things you haven't thought about before. I used to think getting old was about vanity - but actually it's about losing people you love. Getting wrinkles is trivial.
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It is Mystery - the mystery any one man or woman can feel but not understand as the meaning of any event - or accident - in any life on earth.
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Why can’t you remember your Shakespeare and forget the third-raters. You’ll find what you’re trying to say in him- as you’ll find everything else worth saying. 'We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with sleep.'' - 'Fine! That’s beautiful. But I wasn’t trying to say that. We are such stuff as manure is made on, so let’s drink up and forget it. That’s more my idea.
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How thick the fog is. I can't see the road. All the people in the world could pass by and I would never know. I wish it was always that way. It's getting dark already. It will soon be night, thank goodness.
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Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.
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It's a great game - the pursuit of happiness.
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I hate doctors! They'll do anything... to keep you coming to them. They'll sell their souls. What's worse, they'll sell yours, and you never know it till one day you find yourself in hell.
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We are where centuries only count as seconds, and after a thousand lives, our eyes begin to open.
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Critics? I love every bone in their heads.
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The only living life is in the past and future - the present is an interlude - strange interlude in which we call on past and future to bear witness that we are living.
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The past is the present, isn’t it? It’s the future too.
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We talk about the American Dream, and want to tell the world about the American Dream, but what is that Dream, in most cases, but the dream of material things? I sometimes think that the United States for this reason is the greatest failure the world has ever seen.
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Curiosity killed the cat.
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You seem to be going in for sincerity today. It isn't becoming to you, really — except as an obvious pose. Be as artificial as you are, I advise. There's a sort of sincerity in that, you know. And, after all, you must confess you like that better.
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There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.
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Our lives are merely strange dark interludes in the electric display of God the Father.
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I will be an artist or nothing!
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What's the use coming home to get the blues over what can't be helped.
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While you are still beautiful and life still woos, it is such a fine gesture of disdainful pride to jilt it.
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It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a seagull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must be a little in love with death!
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No dog is as well bred or as well mannered or as distinguished and handsome.
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God gave us mouths that close and ears that don't... that should tell us something.
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The lie of a pipe dream is what gives life to the whole misbegotten mad lot of us, drunk or sober.
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Life is a long drawn out lie, with a sniffling sigh at the end of it.