24 quotes
I listen to people talking about this universal breakdown we are in and I marvel at their stupid cowardice.
Days Without End (1933)
One may not give one's soul to a devil of hate — and remain forever scatheless.
Days Without End (1933)
Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue!
The Great God Brown (1926)
Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.
Lazarus Laughed (1927)
There is no present or future — only the past happening over and over again — now.
A Moon for the Misbegotten (1952)
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.
Days Without End (1933)
We have electrocuted your God. Don't be a fool.
Dynamo (1929)
It has been a long day. Why don't you sleep now—as you used to, remember?—for a little while.
Strange Interlude (1928)
It kills the pain. You go back until at last you are beyond its reach. Only the past when you were happy is real.
Long Day's Journey into Night (1955)
It's queer they'd be allowin' the sick ones to read books when I'll bet it's the same lazy readin' in the house bought the half of them down with the consumption itself.
The Straw (1919)
We can begin to create new goals for ourselves, ends for our days! A new discipline for life will spring into being, a new will and power to live, a new ideal to measure the value of our lives by!
Days Without End (1933)
I'm as drunk as a fiddler's bitch.
Long Day's Journey into Night (1955)
What the hell was it I wanted to buy, I wonder, that was worth—Well no matter. It's a late day for regrets.
Long Day's Journey into Night (1955)
Yes, I remember. I fell in love with James Tyrone and was so happy for a time
Long Day's Journey into Night (1955)
Don't cry. The damned don't cry.
Mourning Becomes Electra (1931)
If a person is to get the meaning of life he must learn to like the facts about himself — ugly as they may seem to his sentimental vanity — before he can learn the truth behind the facts. And the truth is never ugly.
It's just Beauty that's calling me, the beauty of the far off and unknown… the joy of wandering on and on — in quest of the secret which is hidden over there, beyond the horizon?
I hate doctors! They'll do anything — anything to keep you coming to them. They'll sell their souls! What's worse, they'll sell yours, and you never know it till one day you find yourself in hell!
Long Day's Journey into Night (1955)
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.
Long Day's Journey into Night (1955)
It wasn't the fog I minded, Cathleen. I really love fog. It hides you from the world and the world from you. You feel that everything has changed, and nothing is what it seemed to be. No one can find or touch you any more. Its the foghorn I hate. It won't let you alone. It keeps reminding you, and warning you, and calling you back.
Long Day's Journey into Night (1955)