Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
SAMUEL BECKETTFriendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
SAMUEL BECKETTI tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
SAMUEL BECKETTTo every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
SAMUEL BECKETTAll poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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 BECKETTLife is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
SAMUEL BECKETTTo find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
SAMUEL BECKETTIf you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
SAMUEL BECKETTThere’s never an end for the sea.
SAMUEL BECKETTThat desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
SAMUEL BECKETTIt was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
SAMUEL BECKETTYou’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
SAMUEL BECKETTBirth was the death of him.
SAMUEL BECKETTWith all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
SAMUEL BECKETTArt has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
SAMUEL BECKETTI have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
SAMUEL BECKETT