If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
SAMUEL BECKETT- Then 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.
SAMUEL BECKETT
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Then 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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If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
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To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
SAMUEL BECKETTTo every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.
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Fail, fail again, fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETTFail, fail again, fail better.
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But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!
SAMUEL BECKETTBut at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!
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To restore silence is the role of objects.
SAMUEL BECKETTTo restore silence is the role of objects.
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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.
SAMUEL BECKETTIn 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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What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
SAMUEL BECKETTWhat do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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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 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.
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Better hope deferred than none.
SAMUEL BECKETTBetter hope deferred than none.
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Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
SAMUEL BECKETTEvery word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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The essential doesn’t change.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe essential doesn’t change.
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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.
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 BECKETT


