Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
SAMUEL BECKETTDo we mean love, when we say love?
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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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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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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Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
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Better hope deferred than none.
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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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I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
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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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With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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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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All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Birth was the death of him.
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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 old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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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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What are we doing here, that is the question.
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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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I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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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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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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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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Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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