Eugene O'Neill Quotes
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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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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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We are where centuries only count as seconds, and after a thousand lives, our eyes begin to open.
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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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It's a great game - the pursuit of happiness.
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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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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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When men make gods, there is no God!
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The past is the present, isn’t it? It’s the future too.
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Curiosity killed the cat.
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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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Life is a long drawn out lie, with a sniffling sigh at the end of it.
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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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Writing is my vacation from living.
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There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.
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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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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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God gave us mouths that close and ears that don't... that should tell us something.
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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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Critics? I love every bone in their heads.
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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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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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We are such things as rubbish is made of, so let's drink up and forget it.