Do you always believe in the life to come? Mine was always that. Samuel Beckett More Quotes by Samuel Beckett More Quotes From Samuel Beckett It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution. Samuel Beckett lingering suicide home Dying for dark — and the darker the Worse. Strange. Samuel Beckett strange dying dark Vladimir: I don't understand. Estragon: Use your intelligence, can't you? Vladimir uses his intelligence. Vladimir: (finally) I remain in the dark. Samuel Beckett intelligence use dark Was I asleep? Had I slept? Samuel Beckett I want very much to be back in the caul, on my back in the dark forever. Samuel Beckett dark want forever Habit is a compromise effected between the individual and his environment, or between the individual and his own organic eccentricities, the guarantee of a dull inviolability, the lightning-conductor of his existence. Samuel Beckett lightning guarantees dull When a man in a forest thinks he is going forward in a straight line, in reality he is going in a circle, I did my best to go in a circle, hoping to go in a straight line. Samuel Beckett men reality thinking I know those little phrases that seem so innocuous, and, once you let them in, pollute the whole of speech. 'Nothing is more real than nothing.' They rise up out of the pit and know no rest until they drag you down into its dark. Samuel Beckett phrases real dark 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. Samuel Beckett philosophy history art We should have thought of it when the world was young, in the nineties. Samuel Beckett should-have philosophy 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. Samuel Beckett atheism circles garden Estragon: Nothing to be done. Samuel Beckett done How time flies when one has fun! Samuel Beckett time-flies having-fun fun How hideous is the semicolon. Samuel Beckett hideous Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it. Samuel Beckett atheism sea believe Name, no, nothing is nameable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun. Samuel Beckett futility language names All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead. Samuel Beckett phrases beauty long Let us do something, while we have the chance! ... Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for one the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us! Samuel Beckett fate chance too-late My dear Tom, Delighted to get your letter. Do write again. This life is terrible and I don't understand how it can be endured. Samuel Beckett life-is letters writing Light black. From pole to pole. Samuel Beckett black light
