You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
SAMUEL BECKETTTo every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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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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What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Better hope deferred than none.
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All has not been said and never will be.
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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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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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Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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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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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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There’s never an end for the sea.
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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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I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
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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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The essential doesn’t change.
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To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
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What are we doing here, that is the question.
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The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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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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Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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Birth was the death of him.
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The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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