746 Quotes by Samuel Beckett

Sometimes I wonder if I’m in my right mind. Then it passes off and I’m as intelligent as ever.

You think you are simply resting, the better to act when the time comes, or for no reason, and you soon find yourself powerless ever to do anything again.

Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear.

That’s the mistake I made, one of the mistakes, to have wanted a story for myself, whereas life alone is enough.

I weep without interruption. It’s an unbroken flow of words and tears. With no pause for reflection. But I speak softer, every year a little softer. Perhaps. Slower too, every year a little slower. Perhaps. it is hard for me to judge. If so the pauses would be longer, between the words, the sentences, the syllables, the tears, I confuse them, the words and tears, my words are my tears, my eyes my mouth.

Estragon: I remember the maps of the Holy Land. Coloured they were. Very pretty. The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made me thirsty. That’s where we’ll go, I used to say, that’s where we’ll go for our honeymoon. We’ll swim. We’ll be happy.

To know you can do better next time, unrecognizably better, and that there is no next time, and that it is a blessing there is not, there is a thought to be going on with.

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

But it is useless to dwell on this period of my life. If I go on long enough calling that my life I’ll end up by believing it.