Samuel Beckett Quotes, Thoughts and Images

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

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

To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day?

The end of a life is always vivifying.

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

Words are the clothes thoughts wear.

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

It was the only way to progress, to stop.

Nothing is more real than nothing.

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

What is that unforgettable line?

I am still alive then. That may come in useful.

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

Ah, the old questions, the old answers, there's nothing like them!

All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.

The human eyelid is not teartight (happily for the human eye).

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

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.

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

With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.

People are bloody ignorant apes.

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

If I was dead, I wouldn't know I was dead. That's the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.

What do we do now, now that we are happy?

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

Words are all we have.

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

Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.

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

I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.

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

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

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

Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.

The lid is made of stone, and it looks like there is a mechanism to open it.