There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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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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I gave up before birth.
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If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
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Better hope deferred than none.
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That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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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.
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But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.
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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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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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Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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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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Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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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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All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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Fail, fail again, fail better.
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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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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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