Samuel Beckett Quotes About Per

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"I am in my mother's room. It's I who live there now. I don't know how I got there. Perhaps in an ambulance, certainly a vehicle of some kind. I was helped. I'd never have got there alone. There's this man who comes every week. Perhaps I got there thanks to him. He says not. He gives me money and takes away the pages. So many pages,so much money. Yes, I work now, a little like I used to, except that I don't know how to work any more. That doesn't matter apparently. What I'd like now is to speak of the things that are left, say my good-byes, 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. Good. The truth is I haven't much will left. When he comes for the fresh pages he brings back the previous week's. They are marked with signs I don't understand ... Here's my beginning. It must mean something, or they wouldn't keep it. Here it is." ~ Samuel Beckett
"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." ~ Samuel Beckett
"And once again I am I will not say alone, no, that's not like me, but, how shall I say, I don't know, restored to myself, no, I never left myself, free, yes, I don't know what that means but it's the word I mean to use, free to do what, to do nothing, to know, but what, the laws of the mind perhaps, of my mind, that for example water rises in proportion as it drowns you and that you would do better, at least no worse, to obliterate texts than to blacken margins, to fill in the holes of words till all is blank and flat and the whole ghastly business looks like what it is, senseless, speechless, issueless misery." ~ Samuel Beckett
"POZZO:Non piange più. (A Estragone) In un certo senso l'ha sostituito lei. (Pensieroso) Le lacrime del mondo sono immutabili. Non appena qualcuno si mette a piangere, qualcun altro, chissà dove, smette. E così per il riso. (Ride) Non diciamo troppo male, perciò, della nostra epoca; non è più disgraziata delle precedenti. (Pausa) Ma non diciamone neanche troppo bene. (Pausa) Non parliamone affatto. (Pausa) È vero, però, che la popolazione è aumentata." ~ Samuel Beckett
"Estragon:-¿Cuál es nuestro papel en este asunto?Vladimir:-¿Nuestro papel?Estragon:-Tómate tiempo.Vladimir:-¿Nuestro papel? El del suplicante.Estragon:-¿Hasta este extremo?Vladimir: ¿El señor tiene exigencias que hacer valer?Estragon:-¿Ya no tenemos derechos?(Risa de Vladimir, quien se reprime como antes. Mismos gestos, salvo la sonrisa)Vladimir:-Me harías reír si me estuviera permitido.Estragon:-¿Los hemos perdido?Vladimir (con claridad):-Los hemos vendido." ~ Samuel Beckett
"I don't think I recognize you, sir, said Camier.I am Watt, said Watt. As you say, I'm unrecognizable.Watt? said Camier. The name means nothing to me.I am not widely know, said Watt, true, but I shall be, one day. Not universally, perhaps, my notoriety is not likely ever to penetrate to the denizens of Dublin's fair city, or of Cuq-Toulza." ~ Samuel Beckett
"What a weary way since that first disaster, what nerves torn from the heart of insentience, with the appertaining terror and the cerebellum on fire. It took him a long time to adapt himself to this excoriation." ~ Samuel Beckett
"And when reproached with this Sam with ready wit replied that paralysed as he was, from the waist up, and from the knees down, he had no purpose, interest or joy in life other than this, to set out after a good dinner of meat and vegetables in his wheel-chair and stay out committing adultery until it was time to go home to his supper, after which he was at his wife's disposal." ~ Samuel Beckett
"I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps." ~ Samuel Beckett
"The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain." ~ Samuel Beckett
"O que estamos fazendo aqui, essa é a questão.E nessa imensa confusão Uma coisa é clara: Estamos esperando Godot!" ~ Samuel Beckett
"This should all be rewritten in the pluperfect." ~ Samuel Beckett
"dead calm, then a murmur, a name, a murmured name, in doubt, in fear, in love, in fear, in doubt, wind of winter in the black boughs, cold calm sea whitening whispering to the shore, stealing, hastening, swelling, passing, dying, from naught come, to naught gone" ~ Samuel Beckett
"Estragon: They're too bigVladimir: Perhaps you'll have socks some day" ~ Samuel Beckett
"Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaquaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged into torment plunged into fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a result of the labors left unfinished" ~ Samuel Beckett
"Decidedly it will never have been given to me to finish anything, except perhaps breathing. One must not be greedy." ~ Samuel Beckett
"The essential is never to arrive anywhere, never to be anywhere. The essential is to go on squirming forever at the edge of the line, as long as there are waters and banks and ravening in heaven a sporting God to plague his creature, per pro his chosen shits. I've swallowed three hooks and am still hungry. Hence the howls. What a joy to know where one is, and where one will stay, without being there. Nothing to do but strech out comfortably on the rack, in the blissful knowledge you are nobody for eternity." ~ Samuel Beckett
"Yes, there is no denying it, any longer, it is not you who are dead, but all the others. So you get up and go to your mother, who thinks she is alive. That's my impression. But now I shall have to get myself out of this ditch. How joyfully I would vanish here, sinking deeper and deeper under the rains." ~ Samuel Beckett
"Live and invent. I have tried. I must have tried. Invent. It is not the word. Neither is to live. No matter. I have tried. [...] I say living without knowing what it is. I tried to live without knowing what I was trying. Perhaps I have lived afterall, without knowing." ~ Samuel Beckett
"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." ~ Samuel Beckett
"But it is useless to dwell on this period of my life. If I go on long enough calling that my life I'll end up by believing it." ~ Samuel Beckett
"Hamm: And the horizon? Nothing on the horizon?Clov: (Lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, exasperated): What in God's name would there be on the horizon? (Pause.)Hamm: The waves, how are the waves?Clov: The waves? (He turns the telescope on the waves.) Lead.Hamm: And the sun?Clove: (Looking) Zero.Hamm: But it should be sinking. Look again.Clov: (Looking) Damn the sun.Hamm: Is it night already then?Clov: (Looking) No.Hamm: Then what is it?Clov: (Looking) Gray. (Lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, louder.) Gray! (Pause, still louder.) GRRAY!" ~ Samuel Beckett
"Not one person in a hundred knows how to be silent and listen, no, nor even to conceive what such a thing means. Yet only then can you detect, beyond the fatuous clamour, the silence of which the universe is made." ~ Samuel Beckett
"I began playing with the cries, a little in the same way as I had played with the song, on, back, on, back, if that may be called playing. As long as I kept walking I didn't hear them, because of the footsteps. But as soon as I halted again I heard them again, a little fainter each time, admittedly, but what does it matter, faint or loud, cry is cry, all that matters is that it should cease. For years I thought they would cease. Now I don't think so any more. I could have done with other loves perhaps. But there it is, either you love or you don't." ~ Samuel Beckett
"Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we personally are needed. Others would meet the case equally well, if not better. To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for help still ringing in our ears! 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! Let us represent worthily for one the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us! What do you say? It is true that when with folded arms we weigh the pros and cons we are no less a credit to our species. The tiger bounds to the help of his congeners without the least reflexion, or else he slinks away into the depths of the thickets. But that is not the question. What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come --" ~ Samuel Beckett
"Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn't want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn't want them back." ~ Samuel Beckett

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Every day my conscience makes confession relying on the hope of Your mercy as more to be trusted than its own innocence."
Author: Augustine Of Hippo

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