Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.
SAMUEL BECKETTWords and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
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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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The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
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Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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I use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
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Nothing is more real than nothing.
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Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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Do we mean love, when we say love?
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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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All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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