There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
SAMUEL BECKETTMy mistakes are my life.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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Do we mean love, when we say love?
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What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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Nothing is more real than nothing.
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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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To restore silence is the role of objects.
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That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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The essential doesn’t change.
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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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The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
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Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
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I use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
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What are we doing here, that is the question.
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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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In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.
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Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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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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You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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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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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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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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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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I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
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