Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
SAMUEL BECKETTEvery word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
SAMUEL BECKETTWhat do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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.
SAMUEL BECKETTTo every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
SAMUEL BECKETTIf 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 BECKETTBut 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.
SAMUEL BECKETTTo have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
SAMUEL BECKETTSometimes I wonder if I’m in my right mind. Then it passes off and I’m as intelligent as ever.
SAMUEL BECKETTAll mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
SAMUEL BECKETTEver tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETTBut what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
SAMUEL BECKETTI use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
SAMUEL BECKETTDon’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
SAMUEL BECKETTDear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
SAMUEL BECKETTMemories 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.
SAMUEL BECKETTHabit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
SAMUEL BECKETT