samuel beckett Quotes

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.
tags: silence
— Samuel Beckett
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
— Samuel Beckett
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.
tags: time future
— Samuel Beckett
Success and failure on the public level never mattered much to me, in fact I feel more at home with the latter, having breathed deep of its vivifying air all my writing life up to the last couple of years.
tags: failure facts writing success year
— Samuel Beckett
For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
tags: fools
— Samuel Beckett
There's never an end for the sea.
— Samuel Beckett
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
tags: time
— Samuel Beckett
For to know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of the incurious seeker.
tags: peace soul knowing seeker
— Samuel Beckett
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
tags: men silence butterfly
— Samuel Beckett
If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead.
— Samuel Beckett
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
tags: time world creation
— Samuel Beckett
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
tags: questions
— Samuel Beckett
If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.
tags: questions invent
— Samuel Beckett
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
— Samuel Beckett
Birth was the death of him.
tags: death birth
— Samuel Beckett
That double-headed monster of damnation and salvation-Time.
— Samuel Beckett
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
— Samuel Beckett
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.
tags: men
— Samuel Beckett
Yes, there is no denying it, any longer, it is not you who are dead, but all the others. So you get up and go to your mother, who thinks she is alive. That's my impression. But now I shall have to get myself out of this ditch. How joyfully I would vanish here, sinking deeper and deeper under the rains.
tags: rain mother
— Samuel Beckett
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
— Samuel Beckett
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
Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
tags: meaning silence
— Samuel Beckett
You're on earth. There's no cure for that.
tags: earth
— Samuel Beckett
But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!
tags: time moment mankind
— Samuel Beckett
Estragon: I'm like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.
tags: right
— Samuel Beckett
Watt's concern, deep as it appeared, was not after all what the figure was, in reality, but with what the figure appeared to be, in reality.
tags: reality
— Samuel Beckett
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
— Samuel Beckett
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
— Samuel Beckett
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
Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.
— Samuel Beckett
How long have I been here, what a question, I've often wondered. And often I could answer, An hour, a month, a year, a century, depending on what I meant by here, and me, and being, and there I never went looking for extravagant meanings, there I never much varied, only the here would sometimes seem to vary.
tags: meaning questions year
— Samuel Beckett
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
tags: dog
— Samuel Beckett
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
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
— Samuel Beckett
The blind have no notion of time. The things of time are hidden from them too.
tags: time
— Samuel Beckett
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.
tags: tears prayer
— Samuel Beckett
Hamm: There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
tags: heart
— Samuel Beckett
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
In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.
tags: universe
— Samuel Beckett
To have been always what I am - and so changed from what I was.
— Samuel Beckett
samuel beckett
Birth    : April 13, 1906
Death  : December 22, 1989
Occupation  : Novelist