Jean Anouilh, fully Jean Marie Lucien Pierre Anouilh

Jean
Anouilh, fully Jean Marie Lucien Pierre Anouilh
1910
1987

French Dramatist best known for his play Antigone

Author Quotes

Obligations, hatreds, injuries ? What did I expect memories to be? And I was forgetting remorse. I have a complete past now.

There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.

What is this mania to love someone all one's life? Why we shoulds ?

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy - and that is life.

There will always be a lost dog somewhere that will keep me from being happy.

What you get free costs too much.

One can be a patriot, you know, without making one's wife join the breadline.

There you go. Now the spring is braced. This only has to unfold itself. This is what is convenient in tragedy. The little help we give for this to start, nothing, a look for a second to a girl who goes and raises his arms in the street, a desire to honor one morning upon awakening, as something that eating, a question arises that too one evening ... That's all. After it only has to let. It is quiet. It rolls alone. It's thorough, well-oiled forever. Death, betrayal, despair is there, ready, and splinters, and storms, and silences, silences all: silence when the arm of the executioner rises at the end, silence in the beginning when the two lovers are naked in front of one another for the first time, not daring to move right away, in the dark room, the silence when the cries of the crowd erupt around the winner - and it looks like a movie whose sound was halted, these open mouths which nothing comes out, all the clamor that is only an image, and the winner, already defeated, alone in his silence ...

When you are forty, half of you belongs to the past... And when you are seventy, nearly all of you.

One can make one's life a complete misery, worrying about burglaries and shipwrecks, but ask anyone, anyone you know ... earth-shattering disasters and fabulous inheritances all seems to take place exclusively in the newspapers.

They are policemen: eternally innocent, no matter what crimes are committed; eternally indifferent, for nothing that happens can matter to them.

When you cry like that, I become a little girl again; and I mustn?t be a little girl today.

One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.

They're crooked as corkscrews, the lot of them!

With God, what is terrible is that one never knows whether it's not just a trick of the devil.

Our entire life, with our fine moral code and our precious freedom, consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are.

Things are beautiful if you love them.

Yes, I like Hemon. I like a hard, young Hemon; Hemon a demanding and loyal, like me. But if your life, your happiness must pass on him with their wear if Hemon no longer fade when I turned pale, he must no longer think me dead when I'm five minutes late, if it is no longer feel alone in the world and hate me when I laugh without knowing why, if it is to become the gentleman beside me Hemon, whether to appendre to say 'yes', too, so I do not like Hemon .

Poor little men! Poor little strutting peacocks! They spread out their tails as conquerors almost as soon as they are able to walk.

To die is nothing. So begins by living. It's less funny and it's longer.

You are always defying the world, but you?re only a girl, after all.

Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as they're old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors. If they only knew that it's enough to be just a little bit wounded and sad in order to obtain everything without fighting for it.

To say yes, you have to sweat and roll up your sleeves and plunge both hands into life up to the elbows. It is easy to say no, even if saying no means death.

You disgust me, all of you, with your happiness! With your life that must be loved at all costs... I spit on your idea of life! ... You are all like dogs lick that they smell everything! ... I do not want to understand. I am here for something --other than understanding. I am here to tell you no, and to die. To tell you no and to die.

Propaganda is a soft weapon hold it in your hands too long, and it will move about like a snake, and strike the other way.

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First Name
Jean
Last Name
Anouilh, fully Jean Marie Lucien Pierre Anouilh
Birth Date
1910
Death Date
1987
Bio

French Dramatist best known for his play Antigone