I use everything that I pick up in my memory, and everything that vibrates in my soul. — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if the simplest things of nature have a message that you… — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
“If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, rejoice, for your soul is alive.” — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
First one works alone through the mind, then before the public through experience. — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
Work means so many things! So many! Among other things, work also means freedom. ... Without it even the miracle of love is only… — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
If I were twenty or thirty years younger, I would start afresh in this field with the certainty of accomplishing much. But I should have to learn from the bottom up, forgetting the theatre entirely and concentrating on the special medium of this new art. My mistake, and that of many others, lay in employing "theatrical" techniques despite every effort… — Eleanora Duse Copy Share
I use everything that I pick up in my memory, and everything that vibrates in my soul. — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
Ibsen is like this room where we are sitting, with all the tables and chairs. Do I care whether you have twenty or twenty-five… — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
We should return to the Greeks, play in the open air: the drama dies of stalls and boxes and evening dress, and people who… — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
... does it seem to you that it is possible to speak of Art? It would be the same as explaining love! — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
To save the theatre, the theatre must be destroyed, the actors and actresses must all die of the plague. They poison the air, they… — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if the simplest things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice,… — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
To save the Theatre, the Theatre must be destroyed, and actors and actresses all die of the Plague ... they make art impossible. — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
