All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
SAMUEL BECKETTWhat do we do now, now that we are happy?
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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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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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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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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To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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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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People are bloody ignorant apes.
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The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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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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All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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Do we mean love, when we say love?
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All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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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.
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Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
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Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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Nothing is more real than nothing.
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The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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For 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.
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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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Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
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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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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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To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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