Samuel Beckett Quotes

Are you capable of following me? He did not answer. But I seized his thoughts as clearly as if he had spoken them, namely, And you, are you capable of leading me?

But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head.

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...

CLOV:Do you believe in the life to come?HAMM:Mine was always that.

Die Tränen der Welt sind unvergänglich. Für jeden der anfängt zu weinen hört ein anderer irgendwo auf. Genauso ist das mit dem Lachen. Sagen Sie also nichts schlechtes von unserer Epoche. Sie ist nich...

ESTRAGON: I can't go on like this.VLADIMIR: That's what you think.

For I shall be far away, before these lines are read, in a place where no one will dream of coming to look for me.

For it is difficult to speak, even any old rubbish, and at the same time focus one's attention on another point, where one's true interest lies, as fitfully defined by a feeble murmur seeming to apolo...

Habit is a compromise effected between the individual and his environment, or between the individual and his own organic eccentricities, the guarantee of a dull inviolability, the lightning-conductor...

He speaks of himself as of another. Himself he devises too for company. Leave it at that. Confusion too is company up to a point. Better hope deferred than none. Up to a point. Till the heart starts t...

Here all is strange.

How difficult it is to speak of the moon and not lose one's head, the witless moon.

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...

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.

I shall be neutral and inert. No difficulty there. Throes are the only trouble, I must be on my guard against throes. But I am less given to them now, since coming here.

It is so easy to accept, so easy to refuse, when the call is heard, so easy, so easy. But to us, in our windowlessness, in our bloodheat, in our hush, to us who could not hear the wind, nor see the su...

It's a lot to ask of one creature, it's a lot to ask, that he should first behave as if he were not, then as if he were, before being admitted to that peace where he neither is, nor is not, and where...

I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.

Mais voyons ! Si elle se tenait coïte nous serions baisés.

Neary’s conception of friendship was very curious. He expected it to last. He never said, when speaking of an enemy: He used to be a friend of mine, but always, with affected precision: I used to thin...