Better hope deferred than none.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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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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I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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There’s never an end for the sea.
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We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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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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All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Nothing is more real than nothing.
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What are we doing here, that is the question.
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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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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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Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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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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Do we mean love, when we say love?
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The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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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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Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
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The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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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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To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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