To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten. 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 encouraging motivational inspirational Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences. Samuel Beckett silence looks We are all born crazy. Some remain that way. Samuel Beckett born crazy way 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 self two hands Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order. Samuel Beckett dance life thinking 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-time creation world The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new. Samuel Beckett beckett alternatives sun If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love. Samuel Beckett ifs love-you love No painting is more replete than Mondrian's. Samuel Beckett painting art Nothing is more real than nothing. Samuel Beckett waiting-for-godot real That's the mistake I made, one of the mistakes, to have wanted a story for myself, whereas life alone is enough. Samuel Beckett enough stories mistake You're on earth. There's no cure for that. Samuel Beckett space-travel cures earth 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 calm flying running What are we doing here, that is the question. Samuel Beckett waiting-for-godot godot life The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter. Samuel Beckett grudge whisky bears 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 mind memories thinking All life long, the same questions, the same answers. Samuel Beckett long-life answers long I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation. Samuel Beckett asking-for-help tone helping
