Samuel Beckett Quotes

To have been always what I am - and so changed from what I was.

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...

With all this darkness round me I feel less alone. In a way. I love to get up and move about in it, then back here to . . . me.

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...

And if ever I'm reduced to looking for a meaning to my life, you never can tell, it's in that old mess I'll stick my nose to begin with, the mess of that poor old uniparous whore and myself the last o...

Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed....To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at this...

I stopped being half-witted and became sly whenever I took the trouble.

That childhood said to have been mine the difficulty of believing in it the feeling rather of having been born octogenarian at the age when one dies in the dark

I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.

[I]f you set out to mention everything you would never be done, and that's what counts, to be done, to have done. Oh, I know, even when you mention only a few of the things there are you do not get do...

If I had known who Godot is, I would have written it in the script.

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.

We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?

You weep, and weep, for nothing, so as not to laugh, and little by little . . . you begin to grieve.

POZZO: I woke up one fine day as blind as Fortune. Sometimes I wonder if I'm not still asleep.VLADIMIR: And when was that?POZZO: I don't know.VLADIMIR: But no later than yesterday—POZZO: Don't questio...

Boys my age with whom, in spite of everything, I was obliged to mix occasionally, mocked me.

في صغري كان الكبار يبعثون في نفسي التساؤل والرهبة ، وما يدهشني الآن هم الأطفال يبكون ويصرخون .

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...

It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.

Try again. Fail again. Fail better.