To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
SAMUEL BECKETTWhat are we doing here, that is the question.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.
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Birth was the death of him.
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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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I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
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We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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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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Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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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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There’s never an end for the sea.
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That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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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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