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 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. Samuel Beckett three-things use-it-or-lose-it solitude The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I mean without the courage to end or the strength to go on. Samuel Beckett stories memories mean I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo. Samuel Beckett butterfly silence men I can't go on. I'll go on. Samuel Beckett tragedy goes-on grieving Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection. Samuel Beckett hmm giving Two in distressmake sorrow less. Samuel Beckett sorrow friendship two Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto. Samuel Beckett my-motto motto waiting Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea. Samuel Beckett beacons sea mind Mysterious affair, electricity. Samuel Beckett mysterious affair science Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena. Samuel Beckett vulgar experience perception There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet. Samuel Beckett hate men life All I say cancels out, I’ll have said nothing. Samuel Beckett said What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes. Samuel Beckett fate destiny men Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic. Samuel Beckett realism surface reality Silence, yes, but what silence! For it is all very fine to keep silence, but one has also to consider the kind of silence one keeps. Samuel Beckett fine silence kind Against the charitable gesture there is no defence. Samuel Beckett gestures charitable charity All this business of a labour to accomplish, before I can end, of words to say, a truth to recover, in order to say it, before I can end, of an imposed task, once known, long neglected, finally forgotten, to perform, before I can be done with speaking, done with listening, I invented it all, in the hope it would console me, help me to go on, allow me to think of myself as somewhere on a road, moving, between a beginning and an end, gaining ground, losing ground, getting lost, but somehow in the long run making headway. Samuel Beckett running moving thinking Fail, fail again, fail better. Samuel Beckett beautiful inspirational life To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth. Samuel Beckett filth relish forbidden 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
