Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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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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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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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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I gave up before birth.
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Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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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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Birth was the death of him.
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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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My mistakes are my life.
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The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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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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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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To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
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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 sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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To restore silence is the role of objects.
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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
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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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