Best 31 quotes of Ugo Betti on MyQuotes

All of us are mad. If it weren't for the fact that every one of us is slightly abnormal, there wouldn't be any point in giving each person a separate name.

A long association-prolonged human contact, when a man and woman live together-this ends up producing a sort of rot, a poison.

At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist. And before that, during all eternity, what was there? Nothing.

A vague uneasiness: the police. It's like when you suddenly understand you have to undress in front of the doctor.

Each of us is the only person who can give the other what each of us wants to have: Peace.

Everyone has, inside himself ... what shall I call it? A piece of good news! Everyone is ... a very great, very important character.

Every tiny part of us cries out against the idea of dying, and hopes to live forever.

If we have anything kind to say, any tender sentiment to express, we feel a sense of shame.

Is not man himself the most unsettled of all the creatures of the earth? What is this trembling sensation that is intensified with each ascending step in the natural order?

I think the family is the place where the most ridiculous and least respectable things in the world go on.

It's perfectly obvious that somebody's responsible and somebody's innocent. Otherwise it [justice] makes no sense at all.

Justice! Custodian of the world! But since the world errs, justice must be custodian of the world's errors.

Killing time is the chief end of our society.

'Mad' is a term we use to describe a man who is obsessed with one idea and nothing else.

Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.

Murderers, in general, are people who are consistent, people who are obsessed with one idea and nothing else.

Nature is honest, we aren't; we embalm our dead.

Nobody is bound by any obligation unless it has first been freely accepted.

Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.

The first temptation, upon meeting an old friend after many years, is always to - look the other way.

There is always a certain peace in being what one is, in being that completely.

There is no forgiveness in nature.

The spontaneity of slaps is sincerity, whereas the ceremonial of caresses is largely convention.

This free will business is a bit terrifying anyway. It's almost pleasanter to obey, and make the most of it.

Thought itself needs words. It runs on them like a long wire. And if it loses the habit of words, little by little it becomes shapeless, somber.

To believe in God is to know that all the rules will be fair, and that there will be wonderful surprises.

We cannot bear to regard ourselves simply as playthings of blind chance, we cannot admit to feeling ourselves abandoned.

We know well enough when we're being unjust and despicable. but we don't restrain ourselves because we experience a certain pleasure, a primitive sort of satisfaction in moments like that.

We play make believe, pretend to take ourselves and each other seriously--to love each other, hate each other--but then--it isn't true. It isn't true, we don't care at all!

When you put a man and a woman together, there are some things they simply have to do. They embrace, they warm each other. All the rest is dead and empty.

Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life... just one. Our life. We have nothing else.