Abode where lost bodies roam each searching for its lost one. Samuel Beckett More Quotes by Samuel Beckett More Quotes From Samuel Beckett Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede. Slowly with never a pause plod on and never recede. Samuel Beckett pauses holding-hands hands Watt had watched people smile and thought he understood how it was done. Samuel Beckett smile laughter people Women are all the bloody sameyou can't love for five minutes without wanting it abolished in brats and house bloody wifery. Samuel Beckett women house love Over, over, there is a soft place in my heart for all that is over, no, for the being over, words have been my only loves, not many. Samuel Beckett only-love language heart Suffering is the main condition of the artistic experience. Samuel Beckett conditions artistic suffering It sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger. Samuel Beckett ego who-i-am eye Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better. Samuel Beckett failure inspiring trying Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.' You won't believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better. Samuel Beckett matter trying believe Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me! Samuel Beckett waiting-for-godot stay-with-me speak Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness. Samuel Beckett language silence quiet James Joyce: His writing is not about something. It is the thing itself. Samuel Beckett joyce writing 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. Samuel Beckett asking littles two 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. Samuel Beckett shadow shining light We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much? Samuel Beckett punctuality saint people The essential doesn't change. Samuel Beckett essentials For the only way one can speak of nothing is to speak of it as though it were something, just as the only way one can speak of God is to speak of him as though he were a man, which to be sure he was, in a sense, for a time, and as the only way one can speak of man, even our anthropologists have realized that, is to speak of him as though he were a termite. Samuel Beckett time men way Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must. Samuel Beckett dying air death It's a lot to ask of one creature, it's a lot to ask, that he should first behave as if he were not, then as if he were, before being admitted to that peace where he neither is, nor is not, and where the language dies that permits of such expressions. Samuel Beckett language expression firsts So all things limp together for the only possible. Samuel Beckett all-things together How long have I been here, what a question, I've often wondered. And often I could answer, An hour, a month, a year, a century, depending on what I meant by here, and me, and being, and there I never went looking for extravagant meanings, there I never much varied, only the here would sometimes seem to vary. Samuel Beckett answers long years
