I saw the mountain, impassible, cavernous, secret, where from morning to night I’d hear nothing but the wind, the curlews, the clink like distant silver of the stone-cutters’ hammers.
I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.
I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side.
ESTRAGON: Do you think God sees me? VLADIMIR: You must close your eyes. Estragon closes his eyes, staggers worse. ESTRAGON: (stopping, brandishing his fists, at the top of his voice.) God have pity o...
A mug's game in my opinion and tiring on top of that, in the long run. But I lent myself to it with a good enough grace, knowing it was love, for she had told me so.
ماذا علي أن أفعل؟ أرقب النافذه ،أطلق العنان لآلامي ، لعجزي،أغص،واسقط،أنهض،وأغص، وأفترض ،وأنكر، أؤكد وأغرق .أغادر نفسي بسرور أقل .
Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.
Yes or no?' said Murphy. The eternal tautology.
We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
There I am then back in the saddle, in my numbed heart a prick of misgiving, like one dying of cancer obliged to consult his dentist.
POZZO:Non piange più. (A Estragone) In un certo senso l'ha sostituito lei. (Pensieroso) Le lacrime del mondo sono immutabili. Non appena qualcuno si mette a piangere, qualcun altro, chissà dove, smett...
Oh not that I was ever even incompletely deaf.
My master then, assuming he is solitary, in my image, wishes me well, poor devil, wishes my good, and if he does not seem to do very much in order not to be disappointed it is because there is not ver...
Ik dacht zwak en zonder spijt aan het verhaal dat ik had kunnen vertellen, een verhaal naar voorbeeld van mijn leven, ik bedoel zonder de moed te eindigen noch de kracht om verder te gaan.
I have spoken softly, gone my ways softly, all my days, as behoves one who has nothing to say, nowhere to go, and so nothing to gain by being seen or heard.
From the meanest creature one departs wiser, richer, more conscious of one's blessings.
But the passenger, having named the place he wants to go and knowing himself as helpless to act on the course of events as the dark box that encloses him, abandons himself to the pleasant feeling of b...
But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.
And yet sometimes it seems to me I am there, among the incriminated scenes, tottering under the attributes peculiar to the lords of creation ... Yes, more than once I almost took myself for the other,...
No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.