The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
SAMUEL BECKETTThere’s never an end for the sea.
SAMUEL BECKETTThere 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.
SAMUEL BECKETTAll life long, the same questions, the same answers.
SAMUEL BECKETTIf you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
SAMUEL BECKETTI tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
SAMUEL BECKETTEvery word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
SAMUEL BECKETTI marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
SAMUEL BECKETTPerhaps 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 BECKETTLove, 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?
SAMUEL BECKETTLife is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
SAMUEL BECKETTDear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
SAMUEL BECKETTBirth was the death of him.
SAMUEL BECKETTThere’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
SAMUEL BECKETTWords are the clothes thoughts wear.
SAMUEL BECKETTYou’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
SAMUEL BECKETT