All has not been said and never will be.
SAMUEL BECKETTSometimes I wonder if I’m in my right mind. Then it passes off and I’m as intelligent as ever.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Do we mean love, when we say love?
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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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If I was dead, I wouldn’t know I was dead. That’s the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
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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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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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Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
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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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What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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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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The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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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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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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That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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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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