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?
SAMUEL BECKETTAll poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
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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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All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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There’s never an end for the sea.
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Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
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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.
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What are we doing here, that is the question.
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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.
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What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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The essential doesn’t change.
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Fail, fail again, fail better.
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Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
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Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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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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Nothing is more real than nothing.
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If I was dead, I wouldn’t know I was dead. That’s the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
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The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
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To restore silence is the role of objects.
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All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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