To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten. Samuel Beckett More Quotes by Samuel Beckett More Quotes From Samuel Beckett Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we'll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you? They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more. Samuel Beckett light time night Love requited is a short circuit. Samuel Beckett short-circuit affection love We all are born mad. Some remain so. Samuel Beckett waiting-for-godot godot mad What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come Samuel Beckett confusion blessed waiting Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss. Samuel Beckett shining goes-on looks The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. Let us not speak well of it either. Let us not speak of it at all. It is true the population has increased. Samuel Beckett our-generation somewhere-else laughing Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence. Samuel Beckett silence matter writing Tears and laughter, they are so much Gaelic to me. Samuel Beckett gaelic laughter tears What kind of country is this where a woman can't weep her heart out on the highways and byways without being tormented by retired bill-brokers! Samuel Beckett bills heart country Make sense who may. I switch off. Samuel Beckett resignation make-sense may I am interested in the shape of ideas even if I do not believe in them. There is a wonderful sentence in Augustine . . . "Do not despair: one of the thieves was saved; do not presume: one of the thieves was damned." That sentence had a wonderful shape. It is the shape that matters. Samuel Beckett despair believe ideas There is no escape from yesterday because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us. The mood is of no importance. Deformation has taken place. Samuel Beckett mood taken yesterday All I want to do is sit on my ass and fart and think of Dante. Samuel Beckett ass want thinking An imaginative adventure does not enjoy the same corsets as reportage. Samuel Beckett imagination adventure art What is that unforgettable line? Samuel Beckett unforgettable lines Estragon: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist? Vladimir: Yes, yes, we're magicians. Samuel Beckett waiting-for-godot impression giving Estragon: I'm like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget. Samuel Beckett never-forget forget Where am I, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on. Samuel Beckett silence identity goes-on Enough to know no knowing. Samuel Beckett pessimism knowing knowledge Do we mean love, when we say love? Samuel Beckett mean-love mean
