What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
SAMUEL BECKETTDon’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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Birth was the death of him.
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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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Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
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Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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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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Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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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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But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
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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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The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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Better hope deferred than none.
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If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
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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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To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher’s regular, what normal woman wants affection?
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Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
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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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I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
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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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All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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