Samuel Beckett Quotes

Another happy day.

Estragon: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist?Vladimir: Yes, yes, we're magicians.

For he who has once had to listen will listen always, whether he knows he will never hear anything again, or whether he does not. In other words, they like other words, no doubt about it, silence once...

For why be discouraged, one of the thieves was saved, that is a generous percentage.

HAMMOpen the window.CLOVWhat for?HAMMI want to hear the sea.CLOVYou wouldn't hear it.HAMM Even if you opened the window?CLOVNo.HAMMThen it's not worth opening it?CLOVNo.HAMM(violently)Then open it!

Hamm: And the horizon? Nothing on the horizon?Clov: (Lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, exasperated): What in God's name would there be on the horizon? (Pause.)Hamm: The waves, how are the...

He imagines that when I see him indefatigable I'll regret my decision. Such is his miserable scheme. As though I were short of slaves!

Her mind was a press of formless questions, mingling and crumbling limply away.

I had such horror then of these paltry perplexities that I always fell into the same error, that of seeking to clear them up. It took me a long time, my lifetime so to speak, to realize that the colou...

I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.

I say to myself—sometimes, Clov, you must learn to suffer better than that if you want them to weary of punishing you—one day. I say to myself—sometimes, Clov, you must be better than that if you want...

I seem to grasp at certain moments the nuance that divides bad from worse.

I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.

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...

In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg.Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?

Is there then no hope? Good gracious, no, heavens, what an idea! Just a faint one perhaps, but which will never serve. But one forgets.

It is by the nadir that we come, said Watt, and it is by the nadir that we go, whatever that means. And the artist must have felt something of this kind too, for the circle did not turn, as circles wi...

It is gone, the heart is gone, the head is gone, no one feels anything, asks anything, seeks anything, says anything, hears anything, there is only silence.

It's not me, it's not true, it's not me, I'm far.

Lasse de ma lassitude, blanche lune dernière, seul regret, même pas. Être mort, avant elle, sur elle, avec elle, et tourner, mort sur morte, autour des pauvres hommes, et n’avoir plus jamais à mourir,...