More Quotes by Samuel Beckett
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.
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
Nothing is more real than nothing.
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
