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More Quotes by Samuel Beckett
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust
Nothing is more real than nothing.
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
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.
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.