To restore silence is the role of objects.
SAMUEL BECKETTIt was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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I use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
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The essential doesn’t change.
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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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Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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What are we doing here, that is the question.
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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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Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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People are bloody ignorant apes.
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Sometimes I wonder if I’m in my right mind. Then it passes off and I’m as intelligent as ever.
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Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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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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I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
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Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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Then 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.
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All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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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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I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
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The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Yes, 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.
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My mistakes are my life.
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Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher’s regular, what normal woman wants affection?
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