Samuel Beckett Quotes - Page 4

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.

Vladimir: Did I ever leave you? Estragon: You let me go.

Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me!

I had little talent for happiness.

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

Habit is a great deadener.

All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.

Art has always been this--pure interrogation, rhetorical question less the rhetoric--whatever else it may have been obliged by social reality to appear.

Estragon: I'm like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.

Yesterday is not a milestone that has been passed, but a daystone on the beaten track of the years, and irremediably part of us, within us, heavy and dangerous. We are not merely more weary because of yesterday, we are other, no longer what we were before the calamity of yesterday.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm in my right mind. Then it passes off and I'm as intelligent as ever.

We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench

If by Godot I had meant God I would have said God, and not Godot.

...you must say words, as long as there are any, until they find me, until they say me, strange pain, strange sin, you must go on, perhaps it's done already, perhaps they have said me already, perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be I, it will be the silence, where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on

Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.

So all things limp together for the only possible.

Words are all we have.

Do we mean love, when we say love?

We are all born; some remain so.

There's never an end for the sea.

Unhappy, but not unhappy enough.

If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead.

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.

To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.