If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window. Samuel Beckett More Quotes by Samuel Beckett More Quotes From Samuel Beckett There's never an end for the sea. Samuel Beckett ends sea But he had hardly felt the absurdity of those things, on the one hand, and the necessity of those others, on the other, (for it is rare that the feeling of absurdity is not followed by the feeling of necessity), when he felt the absurdity of those things of which he had just felt the necessity (for it is rare that the feeling of necessity is not followed by the feeling of absurdity.) Samuel Beckett absurdity feelings hands Not to want to say, not to know what you want to say, not to be able to say what you think you want to say, and never to stop saying, or hardly ever, that is the thing to keep in mind, even in the heat of composition. Samuel Beckett mind want thinking Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear Samuel Beckett clarity doe art Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end. Samuel Beckett thanks dear ends Birth was the death of him. Samuel Beckett birth death To have been always what I am - and so changed from what I was. Samuel Beckett has-beens changed change The sky sinks in the morning, this fact has been insufficiently observed. Samuel Beckett dawn sky morning The blind have no notion of time. The things of time are hidden from them too. Samuel Beckett notion blind time We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener. Samuel Beckett waiting-for-godot cry air There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle. Samuel Beckett use We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench Samuel Beckett sunshine together trying The fact is, it seems, that the most you can hope is to be a little less, in the end, the creature you were in the beginning, and the middle. Samuel Beckett ends littles facts To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something. Samuel Beckett happy-birthday time thinking All mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Samuel Beckett cruel-fate waiting-for-godot godot James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can. Samuel Beckett joyce synthesizers trying I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust. Samuel Beckett dust dream order There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head. Samuel Beckett dripping heart The pendulum oscillates between these two terms: Suffering-that opens a window on the real and is the main condition of the artistic experience, and Boredom ... that must be considered as the most tolerable because the most durable of human evils. Samuel Beckett real evil two Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful. Samuel Beckett waiting-for-godot awful bored
