If by Godot I had meant God I would have said God, and not Godot. 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 midnight house rain To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now. Samuel Beckett chaos tasks artist With all this darkness round me I feel less alone. Samuel Beckett rounds darkness feels Habit is a great deadener. Samuel Beckett habit People are bloody ignorant apes. Samuel Beckett ignorant apes people Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand. Samuel Beckett ostriches fool eye Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world. Samuel Beckett unhappiness grants world That double-headed monster of damnation and salvation--Time. Samuel Beckett damnation monsters time 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-godot moments too-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 knowing soul want 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 dread able ifs 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 universe knows window If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead. Samuel Beckett goals-dreams yankees baseball 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 paper writing two I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them. Samuel Beckett learning tunes teaching I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence. Samuel Beckett awful silence gone 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 realism figures reality I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly. Samuel Beckett tears eye self To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten. Samuel Beckett waiting-for-godot littles men
