Quote by Eugene O'Neill Download Open image ““it will be faithful realism, at least. Stammering is the native eloquence of us fog people.”” — Eugene O'Neill ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.8 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Morning. Vast. Imprecision. Fog has covered everything in gray absolute. This has lasted. Doubt looms over the mind. Absence is harder to accept than… — Etel Adnan Copy Share Image
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“Imagination is highly suspect. Reality is what is beautiful. But we are blind to it because it is familiar.” — Mal Peet Copy Share Image
“Realism, I think, is fleeting. It's the romance that will live forever.” — Graham Moore Copy Share Image
“The words slid fluidly off my tongue, with only an occasional stammer. I could only attribute it to the sweep and flow of water… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“The more you think about illusions, the more they'll swell up and take on form. And no longer be an illusion.” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Imagination shows an ability to lie, to pretend the world is different than it is.” — Gemma Malley Copy Share Image
“Lie really could be construed as the art of illusion by some people.” — Heather Graham Copy Share Image
“When everything is never as it seems, how can you tell the illusions from the reality?” — Sacha Gordon Copy Share Image
“The writer must believe that what he is doing is the most important thing in the world. And he must hold onto this illusion,… — John Steinbeck 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 to die! So I sit here, with my pride drowned on the bottom of a bottle, keeping drunk so I won't see myself shaking in my britches with fright, or hear myself whining and praying: Beloved… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share
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