Samuel Beckett
All has not been said and never will be.Collection: Originality
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.Collection: Life Is
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.Collection: Alive
Sometimes I wonder if I'm in my right mind. Then it passes off and I'm as intelligent as ever.Collection: Intelligent
But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.Collection: Darkness
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.Collection: Men
I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.Collection: Eye
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.Collection: Window
I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.Collection: Mean
Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful.Collection: Bored
All I want to do is sit on my ass and fart and think of Dante.Collection: Thinking
Unhappy, but not unhappy enough.Collection: Unhappy
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.Collection: Use It Or Lose It
Yes, I dont know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief.Collection: Time
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.Collection: Light
I hope I am not too old to take it up seriously, nor too stupid about machines to qualify as a commercial pilot. I do not feel like spending the rest of my life writing books that no one will read. It is not as though I wanted to write them.Collection: Stupid
To have been always what I am - and so changed from what I was.Collection: Change
And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming.Collection: Sweet
There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle.Collection: Use
I have always been amazed at my contemporaries’ lack of finesse, I whose soul writhed from morning to night, in the mere quest of itself.Collection: Morning
Estragon: I'm like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.Collection: Never Forget
I am such a good man, at bottom, such a good man, how is it that nobody ever noticed it?Collection: Men
The only thing you must never speak of is your happiness.Collection: Happiness
Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go.Collection: Life
Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap. I can't be punished any more. I'll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten feet, and wait for him to whistle me. Nice dimensions, nice proportions, I'll lean on the table, and look at the wall, and wait for him to whistle me.Collection: Wall
That's what hell must be like, small chat to the babbling of Lethe about the good old days when we wished we were dead.Collection: Art
Enough of acting the infant who has been told so often how he was found under a cabbage that in the end he remembers the exact spot in the garden and the kind of life he led there before joining the family circle.Collection: Garden
To what will love not stoop!Collection: Love
I say me, knowing all the while it's not me.Collection: Art
It is better to adopt the simplest explanation, even if it is not simple, even if it does not explain very much. A bright light is not necessary, a taper is all one needs to live in strangeness, if it faithfully burns.Collection: Simple
Dying for dark — and the darker the Worse. Strange.Collection: Dark
And all these questions I ask myself. It is not in a spirit of curiosity. I cannot be silent. About myself I need know nothing. Here all is clear. No, all is not clear. But the discourse must go on. So one invents obscurities. Rhetoric.Collection: Knowledge
Silence and darkness were all I craved. Well, I get a certain amount of both. They being one.Collection: Silence
Estragon: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist? Vladimir: Yes, yes, we're magicians.Collection: Giving
Love requited is a short circuit.Collection: Love
I still smile it's not worth the trouble any more for a long time now it's not been worth the trouble the tongue spring goes into the mud I stay like this not thirsty any more the tongue goes back into the mouth it closes it has to make a straight line now it's done I've made the image.Collection: Spring
Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we'll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you? They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.Collection: Time
in reality we are one and all from the unthinkable first to the no less unthinkable last glued together in a vast imbrication of flesh without breach or fissureCollection: Reality
Where you have nothing, there you should want nothing.Collection: Want
Sloth is all passions the most powerful.Collection: Powerful
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness.Collection: Unhappiness
Women are all the bloody sameyou can't love for five minutes without wanting it abolished in brats and house bloody wifery.Collection: Love
My keepers, why keepers, I'm in no danger of stirring an inch, ah I see, it's to make me think I'm a prisoner, frantic with corporeality, rearing to get out and away.Collection: Thinking
Absolute virtue is as sure to kill a man as absolute vice is, let alone the dullness of it and the pomposities of it.Collection: Men
Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede. Slowly with never a pause plod on and never recede.Collection: Hands
No painting is more replete than Mondrian's.Collection: Art
Watt's concern, deep as it appeared, was not after all what the figure was, in reality, but with what the figure appeared to be, in reality.Collection: Reality
The search for the means to put an end to things, an end to speech, is what enables the discourse to continue.Collection: Mean