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Samuel Beckett - From the Art category:
Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Awareness category:
Normally I didn't see a great deal. I didn't hear a great deal either. I didn't pay attention. Strictly speaking I wasn't there. Strictly speaking I believe I've never been anywhere. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Boredom category:
- Waiting for Godot...
We wait. We are bored... A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Change category:
I've got my faults, but changing my tune isn't one of them. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Change category:
To have been always what I am - and so changed from what I was. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Complaining category:
- Waiting for Godot...
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Comprehension category:
Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Contrasts category:
The Unnamable,1954...
How all becomes clear and simple when one opens an eye on the within, having of course previously exposed it to the without, in order to benefit by the contrast. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Creativity category:
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Danger category:
Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don't there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Desire category:
- Watt...
It is useless not to seek, not to want, for when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you cease to want, then life begins to ram her fish and chips down your gullet until you puke... (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Destiny category:
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Drunkenness category:
The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Earth category:
Use your head, can't you, use your head, you're on earth. There's no cure for that. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Eccentricity category:
We are all born mad. Some remain so. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Ego category:
- Molloy, 1951...
It sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Failure category:
To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare fail... failure is his world and to shrink from it desertion, art and craft, good housekeeping, living... (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Failure category:
- Worstward Ho...
All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Finishing category:
- Endgame,1957...
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Fire category:
Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn't want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn't want them back. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Freedom category:
- Molloy, 1951..
All the things you would do gladly, oh without enthusiasm, but gladly, all the things there seems no reason for your not doing, and that you do not do! Can it be we are not free? It might be worth looking into. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Goodness category:
I am such a good man, at bottom, such a good man, how is it that nobody ever noticed it? (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Habit category:
Habit is a great deadener. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Habit category:
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Habit category:
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Humanity category:
The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Humour category:
-Endgame,1957...
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness... And we laugh, we laugh, with a will, in the beginning. But it's always the same thing. Yes, it's like the funny story we have heard too often, we still find it funny, but we don't laugh any more. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Impossibilities category:
So all things limp together for the only possible. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Life category:
-Molloy, 1951...
In me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Life category:
We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Lines category:
When a man in a forest thinks he is going forward in a straight line, in reality he is going in a circle, I did my best to go in a circle, hoping to go in a straight line. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Loneliness category:
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Love category:
Do we mean love, when we say love? (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Memory category:
What is that unforgettable line? (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Mistakes category:
My mistakes are my life. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Modernism category:
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Movement category:
Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Order category:
-Endgame,1957...
I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Originality category:
All has not been said and never will be. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Peace category:
-Molloy, 1951...
To know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of the incurious seeker. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Perfection category:
In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Perseverance category:
Try again. Fail again. Try better. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Poetry category:
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Problems category:
When you're in the shit up to your neck, there's nothing left to do but sing. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Questions category:
-Molloy, 1951...
If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Questions category:
What was God doing with himself before the creation? (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Questions category:
All life long, the same questions, the same answers. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Sadness category:
The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Silence category:
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Silence category:
-Molloy, 1951...
To restore silence is the role of objects. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Silence category:
Silence, yes, but what silence! For it is all very fine to keep silence, but one has also to consider the kind of silence one keeps. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Space category:
There's no lack of void. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Time category:
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Travel category:
It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Unknowns category:
Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Windows category:
If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Windows category:
In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Words category:
There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Words category:
Words are all we have. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Words category:
Words are the clothes thoughts wear. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Writing category:
Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence. (Samuel Beckett)
Samuel Beckett - From the Writing category:
There are two moments worthwhile in writing, the one when you start and the other when you throw it in the waste-paper basket. (Samuel Beckett)
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