The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
SAMUEL BECKETTI use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Do we mean love, when we say love?
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The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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Nothing is more real than nothing.
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The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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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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Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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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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What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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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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Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
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There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
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Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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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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Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
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