That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
SAMUEL BECKETTI could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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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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But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.
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Sometimes I wonder if I’m in my right mind. Then it passes off and I’m as intelligent as ever.
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You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.
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I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!
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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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People are bloody ignorant apes.
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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.
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We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
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Words 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.
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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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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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There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.
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Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher’s regular, what normal woman wants affection?
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Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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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.
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You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
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