Clov: If I don't kill the rat, he'll die.Hamm: That's right.
All hangs together, I am in chains.
نولد جميعا مجانين. ويظل البعض كذلك
Yes, my resolutions were remarkable in this, that they were no sooner formed than something always happened to prevent their execution. That
There's no lack of void.
There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle.
Seen no matter how and said as seen. Dread of black. Of white. Of void. Let her vanish. And the rest. For good.
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that… Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world. And we laugh, we laugh, with a will, in the beginning. But it's always the same thing. Yes, i...
Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed....To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at this...
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.
I weep without interruption. It's an unbroken flow of words and tears. With no pause for reflection. But I speak softer, every year a little softer. Perhaps. Slower too, every year a little slower. Pe...
I stopped being half-witted and became sly whenever I took the trouble.
God knows I'm not intelligent otherwise I'd be dead
For I had no illusions, I knew that all was about to end, or to begin again, it little mattered which, and it little mattered how, I had only to wait.
ESTRAGON: Use your intelligence, can’t you? Vladimir uses his intelligence. VLADIMIR: (finally). I remain in the dark.
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...
في صغري كان الكبار يبعثون في نفسي التساؤل والرهبة ، وما يدهشني الآن هم الأطفال يبكون ويصرخون .
That childhood said to have been mine the difficulty of believing in it the feeling rather of having been born octogenarian at the age when one dies in the dark
You weep, and weep, for nothing, so as not to laugh, and little by little . . . you begin to grieve.
To know you can do better next time, unrecognizably better, and that there is no next time, and that it is a blessing there is not, there is a thought to be going on with.