That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
SAMUEL BECKETTTo every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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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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What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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I gave up before birth.
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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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To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Nothing is more real than nothing.
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There’s never an end for the sea.
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The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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What are we doing here, that is the question.
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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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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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