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
trying despair way
Every message of despair is the statement of a situation from which everybody must freely try to find a way out.
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The more I try to explain myself, the less I understand myself.
evil people trying
People always try to find base motives behind every good action. We are afraid of pure goodness and of pure evil.
people insanity trying
The supreme trick of mass insanity is that it persuades you that the only abnormal person is the one who refuses to join in the madness of others, the one who tries vainly to resist. We will never understand totalitarianism if we do not understand that people rarely have the strength to be uncommon.
Everything that has been will be, everything that will be is, eveything that will be has been.
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There is nothing truer than myth: history, in its attempt to ''realize'' myth, distorts it, stops halfway; when history claims to have ''succeeded,'' this is nothing but humbug and mystification. Everything we dream is ''realizable.'' Reality does not have to be: it is simply what it is.
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Idiom is larger than geography; it is the hot breath of a people singing, slashing, explorative. Imagery becomes the magic denominator, the language of a passage, saying the ancient unchanging particulars.
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Marx was wrong; jealousy and pride, emotional forces, are just as responsible as hunger and necessity for our actions; they explain the whole of History, and the initial fall of man.
life-and-death forever born
Why was I born, if it wasn't forever?
ridiculous certain mankind
It's not a certain society that seems ridiculous to me, it's mankind,
illusions-of-grandeur people triviality
Many people have delusions of grandeur but you're deluded by triviality.
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The universe seems to me infinitely strange and foreign. At such a moment I gaze upon it with a mixture of anguish and euphoria; separate from the universe, as though placed at a certain distance outside it; I look and I see pictures, creatures that move in a kind of timeless time and spaceless space, emitting sounds that are a kind of language I no longer understand or ever register.
government servant jokes
A civil servant doesn't make jokes.
time ephemeral lasting
Only the ephemeral is of lasting value.