More Quotes by Samuel Beckett
My mistakes are my life.
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
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.
Perhaps that's what I feel, an outside and an inside and me in the middle, perhaps that's what I am, the thing that divides the world in two, on the one side the outside, on the other the inside, that can be as thin as foil, I'm neither one side nor the other, I'm in the middle, I'm the partition, I've two surfaces and no thickness, perhaps that's what I feel, myself vibrating, I'm the tympanum, on the one hand the mind, on the other the world, I don't belong to either.
Nothing is more real than nothing.
