Sometimes I wonder if I'm in my right mind. Then it passes off and I'm as intelligent as ever. Samuel Beckett More Quotes by Samuel Beckett More Quotes From Samuel Beckett If I was dead, I wouldn't know I was dead. That's the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death. Samuel Beckett enjoyknowswant I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent. Samuel Beckett taughtusemean But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything. Samuel Beckett darknessknows All has not been said and never will be. Samuel Beckett originalitysaid The end is in the beginning and yet you go on. Samuel Beckett endgameendsgoes-on It is useless not to seek, not to want, for when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you cease to want, then life begins to ram her fish and chips down your gullet until you puke, and then the puke down your gullet until you puke the puke, and then the puked puke until you begin to like it. Samuel Beckett ramsuselesswant But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am. Samuel Beckett what-matterswho-i-amknowing Vladimir: Did I ever leave you? Estragon: You let me go. Samuel Beckett you-let-me-golet-me-golet-me Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that… Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world. And we laugh, we laugh, with a will, in the beginning. But it's always the same thing. Yes, it's like the funny story we have heard too often, we still find it funny, but we don't laugh any more. Samuel Beckett storieslaughingworld The Tuesday scowls, the Wednesday growls, the Thursday curses, the Friday howls, the Saturday snores, the Sunday yawns, the Monday morns, the Monday morns. The whacks, the moans, the cracks, the groans, the welts, the squeaks, the belts, the shrieks, the pricks, the prayers, the kicks, the tears, the skelps, and the yelps. Samuel Beckett fridayprayermonday ...you must say words, as long as there are any, until they find me, until they say me, strange pain, strange sin, you must go on, perhaps it's done already, perhaps they have said me already, perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be I, it will be the silence, where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on Samuel Beckett paindoorslong He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain. Samuel Beckett waitingforeverlong The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust Samuel Beckett aversionindifferencetolerance To restore silence is the role of objects. Samuel Beckett silence-isrolessilence How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones? Samuel Beckett atheismhumorousgod And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming. Samuel Beckett qualms-aboutlittlessweet The time-state of attainment eliminates so accurately the time-state of aspiration, that the actual seems the inevitable, and, all conscious intellectual effort to reconstitute the invisible and unthinkable as a reality being fruitless, we are incapable of appreciating our joy by comparing it with our sorrow. Samuel Beckett effortappreciatereality My mistakes are my life. Samuel Beckett my-mistakesmistake Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit. Samuel Beckett chainshabitdog Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results. Samuel Beckett favourbrainpeople
