Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
SAMUEL BECKETTEver tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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Fail, fail again, fail better.
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To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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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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To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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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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With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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There’s never an end for the sea.
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My mistakes are my life.
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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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I gave up before birth.
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What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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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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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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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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