Eugene O'Neill

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God gave us mouths that close and ears that don't... that should tell us something.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Ears
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There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Time
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We need above all to learn again to believe in the possibility of nobility of spirit in ourselves.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Believe
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None of us can help the things life has done to us. They’re done before you realize it, and once they’re done they make you do other things until at last everything comes between you and what you’d like to be, and you’ve lost your true self forever.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Self
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We fought so long against small things that we became small ourselves.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Long
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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.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Dream
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If a person is to get the meaning of life he must learn to like the facts about himself -- ugly as they may seem to his sentimental vanity -- before he can learn the truth behind the facts. And the truth is never ugly.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Life
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Writing is my vacation from living.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Writing
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We are where centuries only count as seconds, and after a thousand lives, our eyes begin to open.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Karma
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Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of the earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who love love?
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Song
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Dogs...do not ruin their sleep worrying about how to keep the objects they have, and to obtain the objects they have not. There is nothing of value they have to bequeath except their love and their faith.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Dog
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Life is perhaps best regarded as a bad dream between two awakenings.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Life
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One last word of farewell, dear master and mistress. Whenever you visit my grave, say to yourselves with regret but also happiness in your hearts at the remembrance of my long happy life with you: "Here lies one who loves us and whom we loved." No matter how deep my sleep I shall hear you, and not all the power of death can keep my spirit from wagging a grateful tail.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Dog
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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?
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Space
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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.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Live Life
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It's a great game - the pursuit of happiness.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Pursuit Of Happiness
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You said they had found the secret of happiness because they had never heard that love can be a sin.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Secret
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Happiness hates the timid. So does science.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Happiness
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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!
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Life
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Like a saint's vision of beatitude. Like the veil of things as they seem drawn back by an unseen hand. For a second you see—and seeing the secret, are the secret. For a second there is meaning! Then the hand lets the veil fall and you are alone, lost in the fog again, and you stumble on toward nowhere, for no good reason!
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Fall
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The past is the present, isn’t it? It’s the future too.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Past
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Our lives are merely strange dark interludes in the electric display of God the Father.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Life
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We are such things as rubbish is made of, so let's drink up and forget it.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Rubbish
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The sea hates a coward.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Inspirational
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What's the use coming home to get the blues over what can't be helped.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Home
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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.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Today
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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.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Men
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[Her] love and tenderness ... gave me the faith in love that enabled me to face my dead at last and write this play-write it with deep pity and understanding and forgiveness for all the four haunted Tyrones.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Love
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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.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Hate
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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.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Beautiful
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One should be either sad or joyful. Contentment is a warm sty for eaters and sleepers.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Happiness
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Dalmatians are not only superior to other dogs, they are like all dogs, infinitely less stupid than men.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Funny
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Two days ago we waded through the mud out to this grave beneath the pines at the foot of the hill to place a Christmas wreath on it, hoping he would look down from the Paradise of Ten Billion Trees and Unrationable Dog Biscuits and pity us.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Dog
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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.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Dream
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When I was a kid I used to get fun out of my horrors.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Fun
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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.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Dark
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No dog is as well bred or as well mannered or as distinguished and handsome.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Funny
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Dey's some things I don't got to be told. I kin read them in folks' eyes.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Eye
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Curiosity killed the cat.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Cat
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Irish as a Paddy's pig.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Pigs
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I am so far from being a pessimist...on the contrary, in spite of my scars, I am tickled to death at life.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Optimistic
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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.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Wine
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Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Drinking
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The old - like children - talk to themselves, for they have reached that hopeless wisdom of experience which knows that though one were to cry it in the streets to multitudes, or whisper it in the kiss to one's beloved, the only ears that can ever hear one's secrets are one's own!
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Funny
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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.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Love
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What beastly incidents our memories insist on cherishing, the ugly, and the disgusting; the beautiful things we have to keep diaries to remember.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Beautiful
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Those who succeed and do not push on to greater failure are the spiritual middle-classers.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Spiritual
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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.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Beautiful
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Life is a long drawn out lie, with a sniffling sigh at the end of it.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Life
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I spent a year in Professor Baker's famous class at Harvard. There, too, I learned some things that were useful to me-particularly what not to do. Not to take ten lines, for instance, to say something that can be said in one line.
- Eugene O'Neill
Collection: Years