Eugene Gladstone O`Neill citáty
Eugene Gladstone O`Neill
Datum narození: 16. říjen 1888
Datum úmrtí: 27. listopad 1953
Další jména:یوجین اونیل,Eugene O'Neill
Eugene Gladstone O'Neill byl americký dramatik, čtyřnásobný nositel Pulitzerovy ceny a nositel Nobelovy ceny za literaturu za rok 1936. Jeho dcera Oona O'Neillová byla poslední manželkou komika Charlese Chaplina, z tohoto manželství pochází i jeho vnučka, tanečnice a herečka Geraldine Chaplinová.
Citáty Eugene Gladstone O`Neill
„I listen to people talking about this universal breakdown we are in and I marvel at their stupid cowardice.“
— Eugene O'Neill
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!
John: Act 3, Scene 2.
„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.“
— Eugene O'Neill
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!
John: Act 3, Scene 2.
„Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of the earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who love love?“
— Eugene O'Neill, The Great God Brown and Other Plays
„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, 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.
Page 63 (Act 2, Scene 1)
„There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.“
— Eugene O'Neill, A Moon for the Misbegotten
