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.
SAMUEL BECKETTWords are the clothes thoughts wear.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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To restore silence is the role of objects.
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I gave up before birth.
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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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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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Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
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The essential doesn’t change.
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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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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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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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Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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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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Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Fail, fail again, fail better.
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You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.
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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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You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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There’s never an end for the sea.
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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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Do we mean love, when we say love?
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But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
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We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
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Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
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Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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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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