“Don't cry. The damned don't cry.”
Eugene O'Neill (1888–1953) American playwright, and Nobel laureate in Literature
Page 253.
Mourning Becomes Electra (1931)
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Source: Long Day's Journey into Night (1955), Page 76 (Act 2, Scene 1)
Eugene O'Neill Long Day's Journey into Night
Act 4 http://books.google.com/books?id=YI8iwzZhl6AC&q=%22what+the+hell+was+it+I+wanted+to+buy+I+wonder+that+was+worth+well+no+matter+it's+a+late+day+for+regrets%22&pg=PT133#v=onepage <br class="br">Long Day's Journey into Night (1955)
“Yes, I remember. I fell in love with James Tyrone and was so happy for a time”
Eugene O'Neill Long Day's Journey into Night
Page 179
Long Day's Journey into Night (1955)
“You're worse than decent. You're virtuous.”
Eugene O'Neill (1888–1953) American playwright, and Nobel laureate in Literature
Eugene O'Neill Long Day's Journey into Night
Page 100-101 (Act 3)
Long Day's Journey into Night (1955)
Source: Long Day's Journey Into Night
“We are such things as rubbish is made of, so let's drink up and forget it.”
Eugene O'Neill Long Day's Journey into Night
Source: Long Day's Journey Into Night
“It's a great game - the pursuit of happiness.”
Eugene O'Neill (1888–1953) American playwright, and Nobel laureate in Literature
“Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue!”
Eugene O'Neill The Great God Brown
Act 4, Scene 1
The Great God Brown (1926)
“Curiosity killed the cat, and satisfaction brought it back.”
Eugene O'Neill (1888–1953) American playwright, and Nobel laureate in Literature
Eugene O'Neill Long Day's Journey into Night
Page 63 (Act 2, Scene 1)
Long Day's Journey into Night (1955)
Source: Long Day's Journey Into Night
Context: But I suppose life has made him like that, and he can't help it. 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.
Eugene O'Neill (1888–1953) American playwright, and Nobel laureate in Literature
Source: The Great God Brown and Other Plays
Eugene O'Neill (1888–1953) American playwright, and Nobel laureate in Literature
John: Act 3, Scene 2.
Days Without End (1933)
Context: I listen to people talking about this universal breakdown we are in and I marvel at their stupid cowardice. It is so obvious that they deliberately cheat themselves because their fear of change won't let them face the truth. They don't want to understand what has happened to them. All they want is to start the merry-go-round of blind greed all over again. They no longer know what they want this country to be, what they want it to become, where they want it to go. It has lost all meaning for them except as pig-wallow. And so their lives as citizens have no beginnings, no ends. They have lost the ideal of the Land of the Free. Freedom demands initiative, courage, the need to decide what life must mean to oneself. To them, that is terror. They explain away their spiritual cowardice by whining that the time for individualism is past, when it is their courage to possess their own souls which is dead — and stinking! No, they don't want to be free. Slavery means security — of a kind, the only kind they have courage for. It means they need not to think. They have only to obey orders from owners who are, in turn, their slaves!
Eugene O'Neill (1888–1953) American playwright, and Nobel laureate in Literature
John: Act 3, Scene 2.
Days Without End (1933)
Context: I listen to people talking about this universal breakdown we are in and I marvel at their stupid cowardice. It is so obvious that they deliberately cheat themselves because their fear of change won't let them face the truth. They don't want to understand what has happened to them. All they want is to start the merry-go-round of blind greed all over again. They no longer know what they want this country to be, what they want it to become, where they want it to go. It has lost all meaning for them except as pig-wallow. And so their lives as citizens have no beginnings, no ends. They have lost the ideal of the Land of the Free. Freedom demands initiative, courage, the need to decide what life must mean to oneself. To them, that is terror. They explain away their spiritual cowardice by whining that the time for individualism is past, when it is their courage to possess their own souls which is dead — and stinking! No, they don't want to be free. Slavery means security — of a kind, the only kind they have courage for. It means they need not to think. They have only to obey orders from owners who are, in turn, their slaves!