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 BECKETTTo restore silence is the role of objects.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher’s regular, what normal woman wants affection?
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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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Birth was the death of him.
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I gave up before birth.
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What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
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Fail, fail again, fail better.
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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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I use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
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All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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There is no escape from yesterday because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us. The mood is of no importance. Deformation has taken place.
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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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I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
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My mistakes are my life.
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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 more real than nothing.
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Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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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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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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