Eugene O'Neill Quotes
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Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The Grace of God is glue.
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Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
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A man's work is in danger of deteriorating when he thinks he has found the one best formula for doing it. If he thinks that, he is likely to feel that all he needs is merely to go on repeating himself . . . so long as a person is searching for better ways of doing his work, he is fairly safe.
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Writing is my vacation from living.
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I have had my dance with Folly, nor do I shirk the blame; I have sipped the so-called Wine of Life and paid the price of shame; But I know that I shall find surcease, the rest my spirit craves, Where the rainbows play in the flying spray, 'Mid the keen salt kiss of the waves.
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What's the use coming home to get the blues over what can't be helped.
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Happiness hates the timid. So does science.
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Curiosity killed the cat.
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We need above all to learn again to believe in the possibility of nobility of spirit in ourselves.
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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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We are such things as rubbish is made of, so let's drink up and forget it.
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No dog is as well bred or as well mannered or as distinguished and handsome.
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Dalmatians are not only superior to other dogs, they are like all dogs, infinitely less stupid than men.
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The past is the present, isn’t it? It’s the future too.
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Life is a long drawn out lie, with a sniffling sigh at the end of it.
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Suppose I was to tell you that it's just beauty that's calling me, the beauty of the far off and unknown, the mystery and spell which lures me, the need of freedom of great wide spaces, the joy of wandering on and on----in quest of the secret which is hidden over there----beyond the horizon?
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Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.
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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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We'd be making sail in the dawn, with a fair breeze, singing a chanty song wid no care to it. And astern the land would be sinking low and dying out, but we'd give it no heed but a laugh, and never look behind. For the day that was, was enough, for we was free men - and I'm thinking 'tis only slaves do be giving heed to the day that's gone or the day to come - until they're old like me.
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Man's loneliness is but his fear of life.