Onca zamandan sonra, güneşli rüzgarı sevenle rüzgarlı güneşi sevenin yeniden birlikte olmaları az şey mi doğrusu,az şey mi?
Not one person in a hundred knows how to be silent and listen, no, nor even to conceive what such a thing means. Yet only then can you detect, beyond the fatuous clamour, the silence of which the univ...
La fin est dans le commencement et cependant on continue.
It's all a muddle in my head, graves and nuptials and the different varieties of motion.
In other words, or perhaps another thing, whatever I said it was never enough and always too much. Yes,
I'm no longer with these assassins, in this bed of terror, but in my distant refuge, my hands twined together, my head bowed, weak, breathless, calm, free, and older than I'll ever have been, if my ca...
I was limply poking about in the garbage saying probably, for at that age I must still have been capable of general ideas, This is life.
I feel the old dark gathering, the solitude preparing, by which I know myself, and the call of that ignorance which might be noble and is mere poltroonery.
How long have I been here, what a question, I've often wondered. And often I could answer, An hour, a month, a year, a century, depending on what I meant by here, and me, and being, and there I never...
How difficult it is to speak of the moon and not lose one's head, the witless moon.
Having oscillated all his life between the torments of a superficial loitering and the horrors of disinterested endeavour, he finds himself at last in a situation where to do nothing exclusively would...
For to know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of the incu...
ESTRAGONWhat am I to say?VLADIMIRSay, I am happy. ESTRAGONI am happy.VLADIMIRSo am I.ESTRAGONSo am I.VLADIMIRWe are happy.ESTRAGONWe are happy. (Silence.) What do we do now, now that we are happy?
CLOV:Do you believe in the life to come?HAMM:Mine was always that.
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying, I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am...
But all is forgotten and I have done nothing, unless what I am doing now is something, and nothing could give me greater satisfaction.
But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.
And when reproached with this Sam with ready wit replied that paralysed as he was, from the waist up, and from the knees down, he had no purpose, interest or joy in life other than this, to set out af...
And truly it little matters what I say, this or that or any other thing. Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong. You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, an...
And perhaps I understood it all wrong, but I understood it and that was the novelty.