I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
SAMUEL BECKETTBut at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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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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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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Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
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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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Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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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.
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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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All has not been said and never will be.
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To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
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The essential doesn’t change.
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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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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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