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| 9fe67b3 | and I'll be able to go on, no, I'll be able to stop, or start, another guzzle of lies but piping hot, it will last my time, it will be my time and place, my voice and silence, a voice of silence, the voice of my silence. It's with such prospects they exhort you to have patience, whereas you are patient, and calm, somehow somewhere calm, what calm here, ah that's an idea, say how calm it is here, and how fine I feel, and how silent I am, I'l.. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 6a4fe03 | The syndrome known as life is too diffuse to admit of palliation. For every symptom that is eased, another is made worse. The horse leech's daughter is a closed system. Her quantum of wantum cannot vary. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 947dfd7 | It's not me, it's not true, it's not me, I'm far. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 970cee2 | Guy cradled his tux, stroking it, running his fingers incestuously over the satin stripe on the trousers. There is a satisfaction that only superb clothing can offer, the joy of man raising himself from the mud, vindicating evolution. Life cannot lack purpose if a tuxedo exists--this is the obvious reply to the Samuel Beckett canon. | Paul Rudnick | ||
| 7ec5796 | On ne peut pas chanter comme ca, uniquement pour faire plaisir a l'autre, aussi cher soit-il, non, le chant doit venir du coeur, voila ce que je dis toujours, couler de source, comme des merles. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| b5e1dd7 | Onca zamandan sonra, gunesli ruzgari sevenle ruzgarli gunesi sevenin yeniden birlikte olmalari az sey mi dogrusu,az sey mi? | Samuel Beckett | ||
| dd610e5 | Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed....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! | Samuel Beckett | ||
| f375783 | Lousse tried to make him say, Pretty Polly! I think it was too late. He listened, his head on one side, pondered, then said, Fuck the son of a bitch. It was clear he was doing his best. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 1d6b104 | So 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. But it was nothing, mere speechlessness due to long silence, as in the wood that darkens the mouth of hell, do you remember, I only just. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| d9f02d8 | Hell itself, although eternal, dates from the revolt of Lucifer. It is therefore permissible, in the light of this distant analogy, to think of myself as being here for ever, but not as having been here for ever. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 12c93f7 | What to do now, what shall I do now, what should I do, in my situation, how proceed? By aporia pure and simple? Or by affirmations and negations invalidated as uttered, or sooner or later. Generally speaking. There must be other shifts. Otherwise it would be quite hopeless. But it is quite hopeless. I should mention before going any further that I say aporia without knowing what it means. Can one be ephectic otherwise than unawares? I don't.. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 4b180e7 | Yes, I know they are words, there was a time I didn't, as I still don't know if they are mine. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 14a4df3 | I too, weary of pleading an incomprehensible cause, at six and eight the thousand flowers of rhetoric, let myself drop among the contumacious, nice image that, telescoping space, it must be the Pulitzer Prize, they want to bore me to sleep, at long range, for fear I might defend myself, they want to catch me alive, so as to be able to kill me, thus I shall have lived, they think I'm alive, what a business, were there but a cadaver it would .. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 17ebc6a | I'm no longer with these assassins, in this bed of terror, but in my distant refuge, my hands twined together, my head bowed, weak, breathless, calm, free, and older than I'll ever have been, if my calculations are correct. I'll tell my story in the past none the less, as though it were a myth, or an old fable, for this evening I need another age in which I became what I was. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 3c61e02 | He imagines that when I see him indefatigable I'll regret my decision. Such is his miserable scheme. As though I were short of slaves! | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 514f17a | I don't know when I died. It always seemed to me I died old, about ninety years old, and what years, and that my body bore it out, from head to foot. But this evening, alone in my icy bed, I have the feeling I'll be older than the day, the night, when the sky with all its lights fell upon me, the same I had so often gazed on since my first stumblings on the distant earth. For I'm too frightened this evening to listen to myself rot, waiting .. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 3c177ff | Nor did he think of Celia any more, though he could sometimes remember having dreamt of her. If only he had been able to think of her, he would not have needed to dream of her. | love regret | Samuel Beckett | |
| 5e6106b | Say that again" said the red gash in the white putty." -- | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 733648d | A bright light is not necessary, a taper is all one needs to live in strangeness, if it faithfully burns. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| a3c7e11 | So one invents obscurities. Rhetoric. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 7ff2321 | This version of the facts having been restored, it only remains to say it is no better than the other and no less incompatible with the kind of creature I might just conceivably have been if they had known how to take me. So let us consider now what really occurred. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 7dfa9d2 | 1 por que no simplemente no esperar a ser ocasion de un vertedero de palabras ?no es mejor abortar que ser esteril? despues de tu partida las horas son tan tristes siempre empiezan a rastras demasiado pronto los garfios desgarrando con ceguedad el lecho de miseria rescatando los huesos los amores antiguos cuencas una vez llenas con ojos como tuyos ?es mejor siempre demasiado pronto que jamas? negra necesidad salpicando los rostros diciendo .. | beckett cascando | Samuel Beckett | |
| a581cdd | You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and long forgotten, life without tears, as it is wept. To | Samuel Beckett | ||
| fe7a860 | You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and long forgotten, life without tears, as it is wept. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| bd89ee2 | All roads were right for me, a wrong road was an event, for me. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 24d647e | You can't have everything, I've often noticed it. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 82553a7 | Birth was the death of him. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 98412b9 | H]aving heard, or more probably read somewhere, in the days when I thought I would be well advised to educate myself, or amuse myself, or stupefy myself, or kill time, that when a man in a forest thinks he is going forward in a straight line, in reality he is going in a circle, I did my best to go in a circle, hoping in this way to go in a straight line. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 94cfb67 | I shall not speak of my sufferings. Cowering deep down among them I feel nothing. It is there I die, unbeknown to my stupid flesh. That which is seen, that which cries and writhes, my witless remains. Somewhere in this turmoil thought struggles on, it too wide of the mark. It too seeks me, as it always has, where I am not to be found. It too cannot be quiet. On others let it wreak its dying rage, and leave me in peace. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 2755314 | You weep, and weep, for nothing, so as not to laugh, and little by little . . . you begin to grieve. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 8b1a21c | Curiosity is the hair of our habit tending to stand on end. It rarely happens that our attention is not stained in greater or lesser degree by this animal element. | habit | Samuel Beckett | |
| f075456 | All roads were right for me, a wrong road was an event, for me. But | Samuel Beckett | ||
| df1f21a | For why be discouraged, one of the thieves was saved, that is a generous percentage. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| e011bb9 | On. Stare on. Say on. Be on. Somehow on. Anyhow on. Till dim gone. At long last gone. All at long last gone. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 6942df3 | If I had known who Godot is, I would have written it in the script. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 8a0d824 | She had at least the anagram of a good face | Samuel Beckett | ||
| a258864 | Butun bu seyler, bazi seylerin hicbir anlam tasimamayi surdurdukleri gibi hicbir anlam tasimasalar yani sonuna dek anlamsizlikta direnseler, asla soz edilemezdi bunlardan. Cunku hicten soz etmenin tek yolu ondan sanki bir seymiscesine soz etmektir. | hiçlik samuel-beckett watt | Samuel Beckett | |
| 46d6b3b | It is gone, the heart is gone, the head is gone, no one feels anything, asks anything, seeks anything, says anything, hears anything, there is only silence. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| f4c4eaf | Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better." --Samuel Beckett" | Pema Chödrön | ||
| 11aea70 | Gimdyti apsizergus kapa ir kanciose gimti. Duobeje duobkasys svajingai tvarkosi irankius. Lieka laiko susenti. Ore skamba musu riksmai. | godot lithuanian samuel-beckett waiting-for-godot | Samuel Beckett | |
| 205e763 | Real scratching is superior to masturbation, in my opinion. | masturbation romance scratching | Samuel Beckett | |
| 50092d8 | The impression given by Bill and May as a couple was of a marriage that was never seriously under strain but was based on habit as much as on affection, with each of them, increasingly, pursuing his or her own interests: Bill in his business, sport, walking, and playing cards; May in the running of the household, the welfare of her sons, Tullow Parish Church, local events such as dog shows, the garden, her dogs, and a donkey called Kish.67 | James Knowlson | ||
| e1372bf | Daima bir sey buluruz, degil mi Didi, bize varoldugumuz izlenimini verecek? | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 498e18d | With all this darkness round me I feel less alone. In a way. I love to get up and move about in it, then back here to . . . me. | lonliness | Samuel Beckett |