We all grasp on to a single idea of ourselves, the way aging people dye their hair. It’s no matter that this dye doesn’t fool you. My lady, you don’t dye your hair to decieve other people, or to fool… — Luigi Pirandello Copy Share Image
When a character is born, he acquires at once such an independence, even of his own author, that he can be imagined by everybody… — Luigi Pirandello Copy Share Image
“The capacity for deluding ourselves that today's reality is the only true one, on the one hand, sustains us, but on the other, it… — Luigi Pirandello Copy Share Image
Inevitably we construct ourselves. Let me explain. I enter this house and immediately I become what I have to become, what I can become:… — Luigi Pirandello Copy Share Image
THE FATHER: But don't you see that the whole trouble lies here? In words, words. Each one of us has within him a whole world of things, each man of us his own special world. And how can we ever come to an understanding if I put in the words I utter the sense and value of things as I… — Luigi Pirandello Copy Share
If we have no other reality beyond the illusion, you too must not count overmuch on your reality as you feel it today, since,… — Luigi Pirandello Copy Share Image
“This is the real drama for me; the belief that we all, you see, think of ourselves as one single person: but it's not… — Luigi Pirandello Copy Share Image
Each of us, face to face with other men, is clothed with some sort of dignity, but we know only too well all the… — Luigi Pirandello Copy Share Image
Those who understood, in fact, say: 'I mustn't do this, I mustn't do that,' so as not to commit some stupidity or other! Splendid!… — Luigi Pirandello Copy Share Image
“Voi credete di conoscervi se non vi costruite in qualche modo? E ch'io possa conoscervi, se non vi costruisco a modo mio? E voi me, se non mi costruite a modo vostro? Possiamo conoscere soltanto quello a cui riusciamo a dar forma. Ma che conoscenza può essere? È forse questa forma la cosa stessa? Sì, tanto per me, quanto per… — Luigi Pirandello Copy Share
Here is a piece of earth. If you stand staring at it and doing nothing, what does the earth yield? Nothing. Just like a… — Luigi Pirandello Copy Share Image
