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fitofgrandair“I tell you there is much to tear the heart.”
— Aeschylus, Agamemnon [trans. Robert Fagles]
“Then one day, suddenly, it ends, it changes, I don’t understand, it dies, or it’s me, I don’t understand, that either. I ask the words that remain—sleeping, waking, morning, evening. They have nothing to say.”
— Samuel Beckett, Endgame
“I always know. Or part of me does. That’s the trouble.”
— Eugene O’Neill, A Moon for the Misbegotten
“How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on’t! ah fie! ‘tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely.”
— Shakespeare, Hamlet
“But they persisted right to the end, those nagging, tormenting, maddening questions that rotted my life. When I refused to confront them, they ambushed me.”
— Brian Friel, Faith Healer
"There’s nothing of so infinite vexation
As man’s own thoughts.”
— John Webster, The White Devil
“There’s not a note of mine that’s worth the noting.”
— William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
“[I]ntelligence has got the upper hand to such an extent that it transforms the real task into an unreal trick and reality into a play.”
— Søren Kierkegaard, The Present Age
“Men do not understand what a mountain of guilt
Rises from that small word: Life.”
— Henrik Ibsen, Brand [trans. Michael Meyer]
“My dear sir, in this world it is not so easy to settle the plain things. I have ever found your plain things the knottiest of all.”
— Herman Melville, Moby Dick
“Why is the wreck still singing?”
— Geoffrey Hill
“Thou shalt fear
Waking, and sleeping mourn upon thy bed;
And say at night ‘Would God the day were here,’
And say at dawn, ‘Would God the day were dead.’”
— Algernon Swinburne, ‘A Ballad of Burdens’
“I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners, I don’t like them myself. They are pretty bad. I grieve over them on long winter evenings.”
— The Big Sleep
“No one that ever lived ever thought so crooked as we.”
— Samuel Beckett, Endgame
“I was born condemned to be one of those who has to see all sides of a question. When you’re damned like that, the questions multiply for you until in the end it’s all question and no answer.”
-Eugene O’Neill, The Iceman Cometh
“I make the movements of infinity, whereas faith does the opposite; after having made the movements of infinity, it makes those of finitude. anyone who can make these movements is fortunate; he performs the miraculous, and I shall never be tired of admiring him.”
— Søren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling [trans. Sylvia Walsh]
— Aeschylus, Agamemnon [trans. Robert Fagles]
“Then one day, suddenly, it ends, it changes, I don’t understand, it dies, or it’s me, I don’t understand, that either. I ask the words that remain—sleeping, waking, morning, evening. They have nothing to say.”
— Samuel Beckett, Endgame
“I always know. Or part of me does. That’s the trouble.”
— Eugene O’Neill, A Moon for the Misbegotten
“How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on’t! ah fie! ‘tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely.”
— Shakespeare, Hamlet
“But they persisted right to the end, those nagging, tormenting, maddening questions that rotted my life. When I refused to confront them, they ambushed me.”
— Brian Friel, Faith Healer
"There’s nothing of so infinite vexation
As man’s own thoughts.”
— John Webster, The White Devil
“There’s not a note of mine that’s worth the noting.”
— William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
“[I]ntelligence has got the upper hand to such an extent that it transforms the real task into an unreal trick and reality into a play.”
— Søren Kierkegaard, The Present Age
“Men do not understand what a mountain of guilt
Rises from that small word: Life.”
— Henrik Ibsen, Brand [trans. Michael Meyer]
“My dear sir, in this world it is not so easy to settle the plain things. I have ever found your plain things the knottiest of all.”
— Herman Melville, Moby Dick
“Why is the wreck still singing?”
— Geoffrey Hill
“Thou shalt fear
Waking, and sleeping mourn upon thy bed;
And say at night ‘Would God the day were here,’
And say at dawn, ‘Would God the day were dead.’”
— Algernon Swinburne, ‘A Ballad of Burdens’
“I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners, I don’t like them myself. They are pretty bad. I grieve over them on long winter evenings.”
— The Big Sleep
“No one that ever lived ever thought so crooked as we.”
— Samuel Beckett, Endgame
“I was born condemned to be one of those who has to see all sides of a question. When you’re damned like that, the questions multiply for you until in the end it’s all question and no answer.”
-Eugene O’Neill, The Iceman Cometh
“I make the movements of infinity, whereas faith does the opposite; after having made the movements of infinity, it makes those of finitude. anyone who can make these movements is fortunate; he performs the miraculous, and I shall never be tired of admiring him.”
— Søren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling [trans. Sylvia Walsh]
