Eugene O'Neill Quotes
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To hell with the truth! As the history of the world proves, the truth has no bearing on anything. It's irrelevant and immaterial, as the lawyers say. 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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It's a great game - the pursuit of happiness.
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Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.
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A game of secret, cunning stratagems, in which only the fools who are fated to lose reveal their true aims or motives - even to themselves.
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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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There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.
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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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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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We are where centuries only count as seconds, and after a thousand lives, our eyes begin to open.
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We are such things as rubbish is made of, so let's drink up and forget it.
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What's the use coming home to get the blues over what can't be helped.
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Writing is my vacation from living.
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God gave us mouths that close and ears that don't... that should tell us something.
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I will be an artist or nothing!
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The past is the present, isn’t it? It’s the future too.
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Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The Grace of God is glue.
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Life is a long drawn out lie, with a sniffling sigh at the end of it.
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Dey's some things I don't got to be told. I kin read them in folks' eyes.
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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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Age's terms of peace, after the long interlude of war with life, have still to be concluded-Youth must keep decently away-so many old wounds may have to be unbound, and old scars pointed to with pride, to prove to ourselves we have been brave and noble.
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No dog is as well bred or as well mannered or as distinguished and handsome.
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Curiosity killed the cat.
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Our lives are merely strange dark interludes in the electric display of God the Father.
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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.