Do we mean love, when we say love?
SAMUEL BECKETTYou’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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Birth was the death of him.
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All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
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Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Fail, fail again, fail better.
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But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
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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.
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I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
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To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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There’s never an end for the sea.
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All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
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Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
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Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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There is no escape from yesterday because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us. The mood is of no importance. Deformation has taken place.
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To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Nothing is more real than nothing.
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If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
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I gave up before birth.
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What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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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.
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