Eugene Ionesco
Eugene Ionesco
Eugène Ionesco; 26 November 1909 – 28 March 1994) was a Romanian-French playwright who wrote mostly in French, and one of the foremost figures of the French Avant-garde theatre. Beyond ridiculing the most banal situations, Ionesco's plays depict the solitude and insignificance of human existence in a tangible way...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth26 November 1909
CountryFrance
children night giving
Childhood is the world of miracle or of magic: it is as if creation rose luminously out of the night, all new and fresh and astonishing. Childhood is over the moment things are no longer astonishing. When the world gives you a feeling of "déjà vu," when you are used to existence, you become an adult.
humorous years able
When I was born, I was almost fourteen years old. That's why I was able to understand more easily than most what it was all about.
life used
I just can't get used to life.
missing sake way
Oh righteous doom, that they who make Pleasure their only end, Ordering the whole life for its sake, Miss that whereto they tend. While they who bid stern duty lead, Content to follow, they, Of duty only taking heed, Find pleasure by the way.
world ridiculous painful
To me the world seems grotesque, absurd, ridiculous, painful.
effort language break
Language should almost break up or explode in its fruitless effort to contain so many meanings.
inspirational kids night
The brightest light, the light of Italy, the purest sky of Scandinavia in the month of June is only a half-light when one compares it to the light of childhood. Even the nights were blue.
long solitude
I long for solitude and yet I cannot stand it.
memories voice suffering
A person who has not completely lost the memory of paradise, even though it is a faint one, will suffer endlessly. He will feel the call of the essential world, will hear the voice that comes from so far away that one cannot find out where it comes from, a voice that cannot guide him.
evil people trying
People always try to find base motives behind every good action. We are afraid of pure goodness and of pure evil.
names crime submission
Oh words, what crimes are committed in your name? ~Jack or The Submission
writing thinking play
If I write a new play, my point of view may be profoundly modified. I may be obliged to contradict myself and I may no longer know whether I still think what I think.
has-beens
Everything that has been will be, everything that will be is, everything that will be has been.
two noses sniffing
A nose that can see is worth two that sniff.