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 there then be light, it will not necessarily be disastrous. Or let there be none, we'll manage without it. But these lights, in the plural, which rear aloft, swell, sweep down and go out hissing,...
In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg.Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?
In the end he said, I am Mercier, alone, ill, in the cold, the wet, old, half mad, no way on, no way back. He eyed briefly, with nostalgia, the ghastly sky, the hideous earth. At your age, he said. An...
I who had loved the image of old Geulincx, dead young, who left me free, on the black boat of Ulysses, to crawl towards the East, along the deck. That is a great measure of freedom, for him who has no...
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!
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!
But is it true love, in the rectum?
All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
: أحس بالظلام القديم يتجمع ، والعزلة تستعد ، فيهما أعرف ذاتي ، ونداء المجهول النبيل ، شديد الجبن ، يجب أن أتجنب النظر إلى ذاتي .
: Sometimes I am wrong. () But not often. () Sometimes all is over, for the day, all done, all said, all ready for the night, and the day not over, far from over, the night not ready, far, far from re...
كل شيء يدعو لجلوس القرفصاء .
استراگون: ... بیا بریم.ولادیمیر: نمی تونیم.استراگون: چرا؟ولادیمیر: در انتظار گودو ایم.استراگون: (نومید) آه! (مکث) مطمئنی همین جا بود؟ولادیمیر: چی؟استراگون: جایی که باید منتظر باشیم.ولادیمیر: گفت کنار...
أستطيع أن أميز بين الأصوات الخارجية.أوراق الشجر،تأوه الجذوع.الأغصان،حتى الأعشاب،كل شجرة لها صيحتها الخاصة،ولا تتشابه شجرتان همسهما.
It's notorious, ah you can't deny it, some people are lucky, born of a wet dream and dead before morning
Estragon: we lost our rights?vladimir: we got rid of them.
You are on your back at the foot of an aspen. In its trembling shade. She at right angles propped on her elbows head between her hands. Your eyes opened and closed have looked in hers looking in yours...
With his two hands he props up his jaw. He passes without a word. Perhaps he does not see me. One of these days I'll challenge him. I'll say, I don't know, I'll say something, I'll think of something...
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.
Quisiera que mi amor muriese...quisiera que mi amor muriesey que lloviera sobre el cementerio