50 Great Samuel Beckett Quotes

50 Great Samuel Beckett Quotes

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Samuel Beckett was a playwright, poet, and theatre director from Ireland. His work exemplifies black humor and written both in English and French. His work is highly inspiring and he is often regarded as one of the most influential writers of the 20th century. He died at the age of 83 in 1989.

“Aged Tried Try Better Try again Never Fails Fails Never Fail again We Matter Live Better Fail better”

“All I say cancels out, I’ll have said nothing.”

“All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”

“All the things you would do gladly, oh without enthusiasm, but gladly, all the things there seems no reason for your not doing, and that you do not do! Can it be we are not free? It might be worth looking into.”

“But he had hardly felt the absurdity of those things, on the one hand, and the necessity of those others, on the other (for it is rare that the feeling of absurdity is not followed by the
feeling of necessity), when he felt the absurdity of those things of which he had just felt the necessity (for it is rare that the feeling of necessity is not followed by the feeling of

“But is it true love, in the rectum? That’s what bothers me sometimes.”

“Deplorable mania, when something happens, to inquire what.”

“Don’t touch me! Don’t question me! Don’t speak to me! Stay with me!”

“Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that’s always been my motto.”

“Enough. Sudden enough. Sudden all far. No move and sudden all far. All least. Three pins. One pinhole. In dimmost dim. Vasts apart. At bounds of boundless void. Whence no farther. Best worse no farther. Nohow less. Nohow worse. Nohow naught. Nohow on.”

“Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.”

“For the only way one can speak of nothing is to speak of it as though it were something, just as the only way one can speak of God is to speak of him as though he were a man, which to be
sure he was, in a sense, for a time, and as the only way one can speak of man, even our anthropologists have realized that, is to speak of him as though he were a termite.”

“God is a witness that cannot be sworn.”

“I do not feel like spending the rest of my life writing books that no one will read. It is not as though I wanted to write them.”

“I don’t know why I told this story. I could just as well have told another. Perhaps some other time I’ll be able to tell another. Living souls, you will see how alike they are.”

“I don’t like animals. It’s a strange thing, I don’t like men and I don’t like animals. As for God, he is beginning to disgust me.”

“I felt weak, perhaps I was.”

“I have always been amazed at my contemporaries’ lack of finesse, I whose soul writhed from morning to night, in the mere quest of itself.”

“I knew it would soon be the end, so I played the part, you know, the part of — how shall I say, I don’t know.”

“I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.”

“I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows. I was a solid in the midst of other solids.”

“If by Godot I had meant God I would have said God, and not Godot.”

“It means what it says.”

“Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your
mind, little by little.”

“My keepers, why keepers, I’m in no danger of stirring an inch, ah I see, it’s to make me think I’m a prisoner, frantic with corporeality, rearing to get out and away.”

“My life, my life, now I speak of it as of something over, now as of a joke which still goes on, and it is neither, for at the same time it is over and it goes on, and is there any tense for
that? Watch wound and buried by the watchmaker, before he died, whose ruined works will one day speak of God, to the worms.”

“Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It’s awful.”

“Nothing is funnier than unhappiness.”

“Nothing is more real than nothing.”

“Tears and laughter, they are so much Gaelic to me.”

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

“The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I mean without the courage to end or the strength to go on.”

“The only sin is the sin of being born.”

“The short winter’s day was drawing to a close. It seems to me sometimes that these are the only days I have ever known, and especially that most charming moment of all, just before night
wipes them out.”

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

“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.”

“There’s man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.”

“They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance.”

“They were most correct, according to their god.”

“To contrive a little kingdom, in the midst of the universal muck, then shit on it, ah that was me all over.”

“To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.”

“To know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of
the incurious seeker.”

“To restore silence is the role of objects.”

“To think that in a moment all will be said, all to do again.”

“Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”

“Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea.”

“We live age. All of old. No Other Us Nothing else ever.”

“What a joy to know where one is, and where one will stay, without being there. Nothing to do but stretch out comfortably on the rack, in the blissful knowledge you are nobody for all
eternity. A pity I should have to give tongue at the same time, it prevents it from bleeding in peace, licking the lips.”

“What I assert, deny, question, in the present, I still can. But mostly I shall use the various tenses of the past. For mostly I do not know, it is perhaps no longer so, it is too soon to
know, I simply do not know, perhaps shall never know.”

“Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.”