It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

One day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second.

Memory and Habit are attributes of the Time cancer. They control the most simple Proustian episode, and an understanding of their mechanism must precede any particular analysis of their application.

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 question me! The blind have no notion of time . The things of time are hidden from them too.VLADIMIR: Well just fancy that! I could have sworn it was just the opposite.

The blind have no notion of time. The things of time are hidden from them too.

To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something.

We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.

Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.