Samuel Beckett - Quotes

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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.

If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

I can't go on. I'll go on.

I can't go on. I'll go on.

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. ---->>>

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet. ---->>>

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. ---->>>

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness. ---->>>

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo. ---->>>

You're on earth. There's no cure for that. ---->>>

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world. ---->>>

What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes. ---->>>

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

Words are all we have.

Words are all we have.

In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness. ---->>>

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more. ---->>>

To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now. ---->>>

Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence. ---->>>

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. ---->>>

Habit is a great deadener. ---->>>

Birth was the death of him. ---->>>

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. ---->>>

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. ---->>>

Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick. ---->>>

I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them. ---->>>

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. ---->>>

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. ---->>>

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window. ---->>>

Do we mean love, when we say love? ---->>>

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards. ---->>>

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much? ---->>>

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. ---->>>

Biography

Nationality: Irish
Born: 04-13, 1906
Birthplace:
Die: 12-22, 1989
Occupation: Playwright
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Samuel Barclay Beckett (; 13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989) was an Irish avant-garde novelist, playwright, theatre director, and poet, who lived in Paris for most of his adult life and wrote in both English and French. He is widely regarded as among the most influential writers of the 20th century (wikipedia)