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.
SAMUEL BECKETTWe have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.
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People are bloody ignorant apes.
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Sometimes I wonder if I’m in my right mind. Then it passes off and I’m as intelligent as ever.
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There’s never an end for the sea.
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You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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Do we mean love, when we say love?
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The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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My mistakes are my life.
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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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Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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