I can't go on. I'll go on. Samuel Beckett More Quotes by Samuel Beckett More Quotes From Samuel Beckett Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining. Samuel Beckett midnighthouserain To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now. Samuel Beckett chaostasksartist With all this darkness round me I feel less alone. Samuel Beckett roundsdarknessfeels Habit is a great deadener. Samuel Beckett habit People are bloody ignorant apes. Samuel Beckett ignorantapespeople Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand. Samuel Beckett ostrichesfooleye Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world. Samuel Beckett unhappinessgrantsworld That double-headed monster of damnation and salvation--Time. Samuel Beckett damnationmonsterstime But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Samuel Beckett waiting-for-godotmomentstoo-late For to know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of the incurious seeker. Samuel Beckett knowingsoulwant If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing. Samuel Beckett dreadableifs Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be. Samuel Beckett time 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. Samuel Beckett universeknowswindow If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead. Samuel Beckett goals-dreamsyankeesbaseball There are two moments worthwhile in writing, the one when you start and the other when you throw it in the waste-paper basket. Samuel Beckett paperwritingtwo I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them. Samuel Beckett learningtunesteaching I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence. Samuel Beckett awfulsilencegone 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. Samuel Beckett realismfiguresreality I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly. Samuel Beckett tearseyeself To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten. Samuel Beckett waiting-for-godotlittlesmen
