All has not been said and never will be.
SAMUEL BECKETTAll has not been said and never will be.
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.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
SAMUEL BECKETTReality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
SAMUEL BECKETTI tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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 BECKETTBirth was the death of him.
SAMUEL BECKETTThere’s never an end for the sea.
SAMUEL BECKETTFail, fail again, fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETTWords 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.
SAMUEL BECKETTPeople are bloody ignorant apes.
SAMUEL BECKETTBetter hope deferred than none.
SAMUEL BECKETTWith all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
SAMUEL BECKETTGo on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETT