Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETTYes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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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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If 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.
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We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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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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Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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What are we doing here, that is the question.
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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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Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
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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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Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
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What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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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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Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Better hope deferred than none.
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Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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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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What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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My mistakes are my life.
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The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
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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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We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
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Fail, fail again, fail better.
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