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.
SAMUEL BECKETTFriendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Fail, fail again, fail better.
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There’s never an end for the sea.
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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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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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Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
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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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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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To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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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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Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
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I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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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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