To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
SAMUEL BECKETTReality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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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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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.
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But 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.
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The essential doesn’t change.
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There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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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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My mistakes are my life.
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With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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Fail, fail again, fail better.
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Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Better hope deferred than none.
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What are we doing here, that is the question.
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You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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