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
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.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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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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What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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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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To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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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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Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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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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Better hope deferred than none.
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I gave up before birth.
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I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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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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Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
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The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
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