I use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
SAMUEL BECKETTNothing is more real than nothing.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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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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The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
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Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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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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What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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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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But 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!
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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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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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The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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The essential doesn’t change.
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All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
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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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