To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.
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Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Do we mean love, when we say love?
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To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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My mistakes are my life.
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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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With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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The essential doesn’t change.
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All has not been said and never will be.
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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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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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It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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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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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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