Samuel Beckett Quotes

Words are the clothes thoughts wear.

And yet sometimes it seems to me I am there, among the incriminated scenes, tottering under the attributes peculiar to the lords of creation ... Yes, more than once I almost took myself for the other, all but suffered after his fashion, the space of an instant.

All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.

But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head.

There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle.

I can't go on, I'll go on.

You're on Earth. There's no cure for that.

The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

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

Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

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

In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg.
Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?

The more people I meet the happier I become.

The only sin is the sin of being born

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

I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness.

POZZO:
I am blind.
(Silence.)
ESTRAGON:
Perhaps he can see into the future.

Spend the years of learning squandering
Courage for the years of wandering
Through a world politely turning
From the loutishness of learning.