The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain. Samuel Beckett More Quotes by Samuel Beckett More Quotes From Samuel Beckett Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better. Samuel Beckett encouragingmotivationalinspirational Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences. Samuel Beckett silencelooks We are all born crazy. Some remain that way. Samuel Beckett borncrazyway Perhaps that's what I feel, an outside and an inside and me in the middle, perhaps that's what I am, the thing that divides the world in two, on the one side the outside, on the other the inside, that can be as thin as foil, I'm neither one side nor the other, I'm in the middle, I'm the partition, I've two surfaces and no thickness, perhaps that's what I feel, myself vibrating, I'm the tympanum, on the one hand the mind, on the other the world, I don't belong to either. Samuel Beckett selftwohands Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order. Samuel Beckett dancelifethinking Words are the clothes thoughts wear. Samuel Beckett clothes The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day. Samuel Beckett all-timecreationworld The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new. Samuel Beckett beckettalternativessun If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love. Samuel Beckett ifslove-youlove No painting is more replete than Mondrian's. Samuel Beckett paintingart Nothing is more real than nothing. Samuel Beckett waiting-for-godotreal That's the mistake I made, one of the mistakes, to have wanted a story for myself, whereas life alone is enough. Samuel Beckett enoughstoriesmistake You're on earth. There's no cure for that. Samuel Beckett space-travelcuresearth Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again. Samuel Beckett calmflyingrunning What are we doing here, that is the question. Samuel Beckett waiting-for-godotgodotlife The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter. Samuel Beckett grudgewhiskybears Better hope deferred than none. Samuel Beckett motivational Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little. Samuel Beckett mindmemoriesthinking All life long, the same questions, the same answers. Samuel Beckett long-lifeanswerslong I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation. Samuel Beckett asking-for-helptonehelping
