Eugene Ionesco Quotes

A collection of quotes by Eugene Ionesco.

Eugene Ionesco (1909-1994) was a Romanian-French playwright and a leading figure of the theater of the absurd. Born in Romania, he moved to France in 1938 and became a French citizen in 1950. Known for his distinctive and experimental style, Ionesco's plays such as "The Bald Soprano" and "Rhinoceros" often employed surrealism and non-sequitur dialogue to critique the dehumanizing effects of modern society. Considered a pioneer of absurdist theater, he influenced numerous playwrights and his works continue to be performed and studied worldwide.

There is no religion in which everyday life is not considere

There is no religion in which everyday life is not considered a prison; there is no philosophy or ideology that does not think that we live in alienation.

Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together

Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.

I've always been suspicious of collective truths.

I've always been suspicious of collective truths.

The universe seems to me infinitely strange and foreign. At

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.

I believe that in the history of art and of thought there ha

I believe that in the history of art and of thought there has always been at every living moment of culture a will to renewal. This is not the prerogative of the last decade only. All history is nothing but a succession of crises -- of rupture, repudiation and resistance. When there is no crisis, there is stagnation, petrifaction and death. All thought, all art is aggressive.

Trouble Troubles

Since the death instinct exists in the heart of everything t

Since the death instinct exists in the heart of everything that lives, since we suffer from trying to repress it, since everything that lives longs for rest, let us unfasten the ties that bind us to life, let us cultivate our death wish, let us develop it, water it like a plant, let it grow unhindered. Suffering and fear are born from the repression of the death wish.

The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends t

The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all. I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water.

There is nothing truer than myth: history, in its attempt to

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.

Mythology Myths

Banality is a symptom of non-communication. Men hide behind

Banality is a symptom of non-communication. Men hide behind their clich?s.

Realism, whether it be socialist or not, falls short of real

Realism, whether it be socialist or not, falls short of reality. It shrinks it, attenuates it, falsifies it; it does not take into account our basic truths and our fundamental obsessions: love, death, astonishment. It presents man in a reduced and estranged perspective. Truth is in our dreams, in the imagination.

For me, it is as though at every moment the actual world had

For me, it is as though at every moment the actual world had completely lost its actuality. As though there was nothing there; as though there were no foundations for anything or as though it escaped us. Only one thing, however, is vividly present: the constant tearing of the veil of appearances; the constant destruction of everything in construction. Nothing holds together, everything falls apart.

Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to

Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well.

There is no religion in which everyday life is not considere

There is no religion in which everyday life is not considered a prison there is no philosophy or ideology that does not think that we live in alienation.

A work of art is above all an adventure of the mind.

A work of art is above all an adventure of the mind.

No society has been able to abolish human sadness, no politi

No society has been able to abolish human sadness, no political system can deliver us from the pain of living, from our fear of death, our thirst for the absolute. It is the human condition that directs the social condition, not vice versa.

Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us togethe

Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.