I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
SAMUEL BECKETTYes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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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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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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Nothing is more real than nothing.
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Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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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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The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
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I gave up before birth.
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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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All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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People are bloody ignorant apes.
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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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Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.
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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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