What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
SAMUEL BECKETTTo find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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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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To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Sometimes I wonder if I’m in my right mind. Then it passes off and I’m as intelligent as ever.
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Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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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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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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Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
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The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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There’s never an end for the sea.
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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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Nothing is more real than nothing.
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With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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