The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
Seen no matter how and said as seen. Dread of black. Of white. Of void. Let her vanish. And the rest. For good.
POZZO: I woke up one fine day as blind as Fortune. Sometimes I wonder if I'm not still asleep.VLADIMIR: And when was that?POZZO: I don't know.VLADIMIR: But no later than yesterday—POZZO: Don't questio...
O que estamos fazendo aqui, essa é a questão.E nessa imensa confusão Uma coisa é clara: Estamos esperando Godot!
Live and invent. I have tried. I must have tried. Invent. It is not the word. Neither is to live. No matter. I have tried. [...] I say living without knowing what it is. I tried to live without knowin...
Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we personally are needed. Others would meet the case equally well, if not better. To all mankind...
It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.
In a word there seems to be the light of the outer world, of those who know the sun and moon emerge at such an hour and such another plunge again below the surface, and who rely on this, and who know...
How all becomes clear and simple when one opens an eye on the within, having of course previously exposed it to the without, in order to benefit by the contrast.
Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede. Slowly with never a pause plod on and never recede.
But we know that we are no longer the same, and not only know that we are no longer the same, but know in what we are no longer the same, you wiser but not sadder, and I sadder but not wiser, for wise...
And if I sometimes hear nothing for hours on end it is for reasons of which I know nothing, or because about me all goes really silent, from time to time, whereas for the righteous the tumult of the w...
Ah if only this voice could stop, this meaningless voice which prevents you from being nothing, just barely prevents you from being nothing and nowhere, just enough to keep alight this little yellow f...
بۆچی ھیچکات
أستطيع أن أميز بين الأصوات الخارجية.أوراق الشجر،تأوه الجذوع.الأغصان،حتى الأعشاب،كل شجرة لها صيحتها الخاصة،ولا تتشابه شجرتان همسهما.
أرى الحياة دون أن أعرف ما هي ، حاولت أن أعيش دون أن أعرف ما أفعله أو أحاول أن أفعله ..
It's notorious, ah you can't deny it, some people are lucky, born of a wet dream and dead before morning
Yes, now my mind is easy, I know the game is won, I lost them all till now, but it's the last that counts. A very fine achievement I must say, or rather would, if I did not fear to contradict myself....
We wait. We are bored. (He throws up his hand.) No, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste. Come, let's get...
We go wherever the flesh creeps least, said Mercier. We dodge along, hugging the walls, wherever the shit lies least thick.