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.
SAMUEL BECKETTHe who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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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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We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
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All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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People are bloody ignorant apes.
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Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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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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What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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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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He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.
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I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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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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Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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There’s never an end for the sea.
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To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.
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Do we mean love, when we say love?
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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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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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All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Fail, fail again, fail better.
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Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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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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That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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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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