I 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 BECKETTThen 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.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
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I gave up before birth.
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All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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Nothing is more real than nothing.
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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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Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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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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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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I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
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