Que ferais-je sans ce monde que ferais-je sans ce monde sans visage sans questionsoù être ne dure qu'un instant où chaque instantverse dans le vide dans l'oubli d'avoir étésans cette onde où à la finc...
Yes, my resolutions were remarkable in this, that they were no sooner formed than something always happened to prevent their execution.
There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle.
Then he was sorry he had not learnt the art of thinking, beginning by folding back the second and third fingers the better to put the index on the subject and the little finger on the verb, in the way...
Say that again said the red gash in the white putty.
Nothing to do but stretch out comfortably on the rack, in the blissful knowledge you are nobody for all eternity.
Name, no, nothing is nameable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun.
Misfortunes, blessings, I have no time to pick my words, I am in a hurry to be done. And yet no, I am in no hurry.
Incontinent the void. The zenith. Evening again. When not night it will be evening. Death again of deathless day. On one hand embers. On the other ashes. Day without end won and lost. Unseen.
In reality I said nothing at all, but I heard a murmur, something gone wrong with the silence, and I pricked up my ears, like an animal I imagine, which gives a start and pretends to be dead.
I too, weary of pleading an incomprehensible cause, at six and eight the thousand flowers of rhetoric, let myself drop among the contumacious, nice image that, telescoping space, it must be the Pulitz...
Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap. I can't be punished any m...
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.—Samuel Beckett, Worstward Ho (1983)
ESTRAGON: Use your intelligence, can’t you? Vladimir uses his intelligence. VLADIMIR: (finally). I remain in the dark.
Dünyadaki gözyaşı miktarı sabittir. Ağlamaya başlayan biri için, bir yerlerde bir başkası keser ağlamayı. Aynı şey gülmek için de geçerlidir. (Güler.) Bizim kuşak için kötü şeyler söylemeyelim öyleyse...
Clov: Why this farce, day after day? Hamm: Routine. One never knows. [Pause.] Last night I saw inside my breast. There was a big sore. Clov: Pah! You saw your heart. Hamm: No, it was living. [Pause. A...
But even them, my pains, I understand ill. That must come from my not being all pain and nothing else. There's the rub. Then they recede, or I, till they fill me with amaze and wonder, seen from a bet...
Boys my age with whom, in spite of everything, I was obliged to mix occasionally, mocked me.
Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
لم نولد لنكون على الطريق نفسه.