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Samuel Beckett Quotes

Samuel Beckett Quotes:

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett
Motivational, Matter, Again Quote

If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
Samuel Beckett
Love, Loved, Shall

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
Samuel Beckett
Silence, Word, Stain

We are all born mad. Some remain so.
Samuel Beckett
Mad, Born, Remain

You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
Samuel Beckett
Earth, Cure

I can’t go on. I’ll go on.
Samuel Beckett

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
Samuel Beckett
Yes, Funnier, Grant

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
Hell, Off, Might

There’s man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.
Samuel Beckett
Feet, Fault, Blaming

Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile… a stain upon the silence.
Samuel Beckett
Writing, Silence, Else

To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
Samuel Beckett
Artist, Task, Mess

The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.
Samuel Beckett
True, Laugh, Else

James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can.
Samuel Beckett
Trying, Leave, Bring

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.
Samuel Beckett
Business, Regret, Dying

Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick.
Samuel Beckett
Rich, University, Ireland

What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
Samuel Beckett
Destiny, Tell

Words are all we have.
Samuel Beckett
Words

I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
Samuel Beckett
Changing, Faults, Tune

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.
Samuel Beckett
Night, Light, Once

In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.
Samuel Beckett
Next, Landscape, Precision

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
Samuel Beckett
State, Shall, Vertigo

Habit is a great deadener.
Samuel Beckett
Great, Habit

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.
Samuel Beckett
Body, Throw, Window

Birth was the death of him.
Samuel Beckett
Death, Him, Birth

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.
Samuel Beckett
Pick, Bone, Graveyards

I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as about him. It is no longer I, but another whose life is just beginning.
Samuel Beckett
Life, Book, Him

We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?
Samuel Beckett
Kept, Boast, Saints

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
Silence

Do we mean love, when we say love?
Samuel Beckett
Love, Mean

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
Samuel Beckett
Humanity, Sense, Poets

All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.
Samuel Beckett
End, Words, Dead

Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it.
Samuel Beckett
End, Together, Earth

It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter.
Samuel Beckett
Good, Bad, Die

haque 0 Added 4 years ago