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Samuel Beckett Quotes

(1906-1989), Irish Dramatist, Novelist

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

Category: Age And Aging

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.

Category: Age And Aging

Birth was the death of him.

Category: Birth

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.

Category: Blame

Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it.

Category: Burial

To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.

Category: Chaos

The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

Category: Cries And Crying

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must.

Category: Death And Dying

What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

Category: Destiny

Probably nothing in the world arouses more false hopes Than the first four hours of a diet.

Category: Diets And Dieting

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

Category: Failure

How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones.

Category: God

The bastard! He doesn't exist!

Category: God

Habit is a great deadener.

Category: Habit

Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awful.

Category: Inertia