The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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There’s never an end for the sea.
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The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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Do we mean love, when we say love?
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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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Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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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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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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If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.
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The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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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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My mistakes are my life.
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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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Birth was the death of him.
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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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Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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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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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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Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
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Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
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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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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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All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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