The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
SAMUEL BECKETTIf you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
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 BECKETTNothing is more real than nothing.
SAMUEL BECKETTPerhaps 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.
SAMUEL BECKETTWhat do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
SAMUEL BECKETTAgainst the charitable gesture there is no defence.
SAMUEL BECKETTIt was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
SAMUEL BECKETTDon’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
SAMUEL BECKETTThen 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.
SAMUEL BECKETTYou’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
SAMUEL BECKETTIf 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.
SAMUEL BECKETTI could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
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 BECKETTBetter hope deferred than none.
SAMUEL BECKETT