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.
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 BECKETTI 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.
SAMUEL BECKETTDon’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
SAMUEL BECKETTWith all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
SAMUEL BECKETTFor in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
SAMUEL BECKETTThere’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
SAMUEL BECKETTHabit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
SAMUEL BECKETTEver tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETTThere 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.
SAMUEL BECKETTAll mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
SAMUEL BECKETTYes, 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.
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 BECKETTReality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
SAMUEL BECKETTIf you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
SAMUEL BECKETTWe are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
SAMUEL BECKETTWords are the clothes thoughts wear.
SAMUEL BECKETT