Quotes from Eugene O'Neill

Dicen que existe la paz en los verdes campos del Edén. Hay que morirse para averiguarlo.

ANNA [After a pause dreamily.] Funny! I do feel sort of nutty, to-night. I feel old. CHRIS [Mystified. ] Old? ANNA Sure like I'd been living a long, long time out here in the fog. [Frowning perplexedly.] I don't know how to tell you yust what I mean.

No, I'm afraid I'm like the guy who is always panhandling for a smoke. He hasn't even got the makings. He's got only the habit.

Her aunt is a pompous and proud and fat old lady. She is a type even to the point of a double chin and lorgnettes. She is dressed pretentiously, as if afraid her face alone would never indicate her position in life. MILDRED is dressed all in white.

Do you know what it means to work from seven at night till three in the morning as a reporter on a morning newspaper in a town of twenty thousand people for ten years? No. You don't. You can't. No one could who hadn't been through the mill. But what it did to me it made me happy yes, happy! to get out here T.B. and all, notwithstanding.

Those who succeed and do not push on to greater failure are the spiritual middle-classers.

While you are still beautiful and life still woos, it is such a fine gesture of disdainful pride to jilt it.

Life is perhaps best regarded as a bad dream between two awakenings.

Life is a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.

Life is a long drawn out lie, with a sniffling sigh at the end of it.

Our lives are merely strange dark interludes in the electric display of God the Father.

I love every bone in their heads.

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.

You said they had found the secret of happiness because they had never heard that love can be a sin.

I am so far from being a pessimist...on the contrary, in spite of my scars, I am tickled to death at life.

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.

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?

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!

Curiosity killed the cat, and satisfaction brought it back.

There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.

Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually. Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken.

Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.

Man's loneliness is but his fear of life.

It's a great game - the pursuit of happiness.