That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
SAMUEL BECKETTBut 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.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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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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Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
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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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You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Better hope deferred than none.
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Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
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Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
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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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