Samuel Beckett Quotes

Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

There's never an end for the sea.

Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.

The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.

If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.

If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead.

Nothing is more real than nothing.

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

I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.

Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.

That's what hell must be like, small chat to the babbling of Lethe about the good old days when we wished we were dead.

How time flies when one has fun!

Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.

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

All life long, the same questions, the same answers.

If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.

The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.

Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.

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

Vladimir: Did I ever leave you? Estragon: You let me go.

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

Words are the clothes thoughts wear.

Try again. Fail again. Try better.

Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.

People are bloody ignorant apes.

He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.

I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.

The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust

But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!

My mistakes are my life.

There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.

To restore silence is the role of objects.

Birth was the death of him.

In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.

With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.

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

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

Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.

To have been always what I am - and so changed from what I was.

What are we doing here, that is the question.

The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.

Watt had watched people smile and thought he understood how it was done.

Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.

Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.

And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming.

In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.

The sky sinks in the morning, this fact has been insufficiently observed.

It sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger.

Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful.