What do we do now, now that we are happy?
SAMUEL BECKETTEver tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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To restore silence is the role of objects.
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The essential doesn’t change.
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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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The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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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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Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
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If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.
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Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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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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People are bloody ignorant apes.
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All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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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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Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
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To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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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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The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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