746 Quotes by Samuel Beckett

To what will love not stoop!

It was the only way to progress, to stop.

Perhaps that's what I feel, an outside and an inside and me in the middle, perhaps that's what I am, the thing that divides the world in two, on the one side the outside, on the other the inside, that can be as thin as foil, I'm neither one side nor the other, I'm in the middle, I'm the partition, I've two surfaces and no thickness, perhaps that's what I feel, myself vibrating, I'm the tympanum, on the one hand the mind, on the other the world, I don't belong to either.

My dear Tom, Delighted to get your letter. Do write again. This life is terrible and I don't understand how it can be endured.

What are we doing here, that is the question.

We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench

Lick your neighbor as yourself!

That passed the time. It would have passed in any case. Yes, but not so rapidly.

For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.