So there is nothing to be afraid of. And yet I am afraid, afraid of what my words will do to me, to my refuge, yet again. Is there really nothing new to try? I mentioned my hope, but it is not serious. If I could speak and yet say nothing, really nothing?

— Samuel Beckett

Samuel Beckett Quotes

Scratch an old man and find a Quintilian.

— Samuel Beckett

Can it be we are not free? It might be worth looking into.

— Samuel Beckett

But let us persevere in what we have resolved, before we forget.

— Samuel Beckett

That passed the time. ESTRAGON: It would have passed in any case.

— Samuel Beckett

He had a curious hunted walk, like that of a destitute diabetic in a strange city.

— Samuel Beckett

Leave them there, sweating and icy, there is better elsewhere. No, life ends and no, there is nothing elsewhere, and no question now of ever finding again that white speck lost in whiteness, to see if they still lie still in the stress of that storm, or of a worse storm, or in the black dark for good, or the great whiteness unchanging, and if not what they are doing.

— Samuel Beckett

ESTRAGON: Let’s hang ourselves immediately!

— Samuel Beckett

But to-morrow I won’t remember having met anyone to-day. So don’t count on me to enlighten you.

— Samuel Beckett

What I’d like now is to speak of the things that are left, say my goodbyes, finish dying. They don’t want that. Yes, there is more than one, apparently. But it’s always the same one that comes. You’ll do that later, he says.

— Samuel Beckett

It is easier to raise a shrine than bring the deity down to haunt it.

— Samuel Beckett

POZZO: He speaks to me again! If this goes on much longer we’ll soon be old friends.

— Samuel Beckett

Gnawing to be gone. Less no good. Worse no good. Only one good. Gone. Gone for good. Till then gnaw on. All gnaw on. To be gone.

— Samuel Beckett

I say living without knowing what it is. I tried to live without knowing what I was trying.

— Samuel Beckett

So I offer you only my deeply affectionate and compassionate thoughts and wish for you only that the strange thing may never fail you, whatever it is, that gives us the strength to live on and on with our wounds.

— Samuel Beckett

A peristalsis of light, worming its way into the dark.

— Samuel Beckett

I wait for us perhaps to come back and we don’t come back for the evening perhaps to whisper to me what the morning had sung and that day to that morning no evening.

— Samuel Beckett

And I note here the little beat my heart once missed, in my home, when a fly, flying low above my ash-tray, raised a little ash, with the breath of its wings. And I grew gradually weaker and weaker and more and more content.

— Samuel Beckett

He who has waited long enough will wait forever.

— Samuel Beckett

I used not to know where I was going, but I knew I would arrive, I knew there would be an end to the long blind road.

— Samuel Beckett

Murphy was one of the elect, who require everything to remind them of something else.

— Samuel Beckett
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