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.
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 BECKETTSometimes I wonder if I’m in my right mind. Then it passes off and I’m as intelligent as ever.
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 BECKETTPoets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
SAMUEL BECKETTPeople are bloody ignorant apes.
SAMUEL BECKETTI could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
SAMUEL BECKETTDon’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
SAMUEL BECKETTI gave up before birth.
SAMUEL BECKETTAll has not been said and never will be.
SAMUEL BECKETTWe have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
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 BECKETTBetter hope deferred than none.
SAMUEL BECKETTI tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
SAMUEL BECKETTHabit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
SAMUEL BECKETTWe are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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 BECKETT