Life is perhaps best regarded as a bad dream between two awakenings. — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
“LAVINIA: I want to feel love! Love is all beautiful! I never used to know that! I was a fool! We'll be… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
If a person is to get the meaning of life he must learn to like the facts about himself -- ugly as… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
It is Mystery - the mystery any one man or woman can feel but not understand as the meaning of any event… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of earth and… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Who wants to see life as it is, if they can help it? It's the three Gorgons in one. You look in… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
“LAVINIA: He made me feel for the first time in my life that everything about love could be sweet and natural... I… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
“I discovered early in life that living frightened me when I was sober.” — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
Our lives are merely strange dark interludes in the electric display of God the Father. — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Life is a long drawn out lie, with a sniffling sigh at the end of it. — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
“And several other times in my life, when I was swimming far out, or lying alone on a beach, I have had… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
“I was set free! I dissolved in the sea, became white sails and flying spray, became beauty and rhythm, became moonlight and… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
While you are still beautiful and life still woos, it is such a fine gesture of disdainful pride to jilt it. — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Then with alcoholic talkativeness You've just told me some high spots in your memories. Want to hear mine? They're all connected with… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a seagull or a… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
“HOGAN-No, I wouldn't think it, but my motto in life is never trust anyone too far, not even myself.” — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
The only living life is in the past and future - the present is an interlude - strange interlude in which we… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
None of us can help the things life has done to us. They’re done before you realize it, and once they’re done… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
Everything looked and sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That's what I wanted - to be alone with myself in another… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
Life is perhaps best regarded as a bad dream between two awakenings. — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
We need above all to learn again to believe in the possibility of nobility of spirit in ourselves. — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
“You can't be too careful about work. It's the most dangerous habit known to medical science.” — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
“LARRY--(with increasing bitter intensity, more as if he were fighting with himself than with Hickey) I'm afraid to live, am I?--and even more afraid… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
The child was diseased at birth, stricken with a hereditary ill that only the most vital men are able to shake off. I mean… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken. — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Now I have to lie, especially to myself. But how can you understand, when I don't myself. I've never understood anything about it, except… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
We are such things as rubbish is made of, so let's drink up and forget it. — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
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.… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
