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110+ Samuel Beckett Quotes about death, minimalist, absurdist - QUOTLR
Samuel Beckett was an Irish playwright, novelist, and poet. He is best known for his avant-garde works, such as Waiting for Godot and Endgame, which explore themes of existentialism, alienation, and absurdity. Beckett was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1969 for his writing, which “in new forms for the novel and drama, in the destitution of modern man acquires its elevation.” Following is our collection on famous quotes by Samuel Beckett on love, life, death.
Do we mean love, when we say love? — Samuel Beckett
I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust. — Samuel Beckett
Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher's regular, what normal woman wants affection? — Samuel Beckett
Women are all the bloody sameyou can't love for five minutes without wanting it abolished in brats and house bloody wifery. — Samuel Beckett
What goes by the name of love is banishment, with now and then a postcard from the homeland, such is my considered opinion, this evening. — Samuel Beckett
Lick your neighbor as yourself! — Samuel Beckett
Until the day when, your endurance gone, in this world for you without arms, you catch up in yours the first mangy cur you meet, carry it for the time needed for it to love it and you it, then throw it away. — Samuel Beckett
Over, over, there is a soft place in my heart for all that is over, no, for the being over, words have been my only loves, not many. — Samuel Beckett
What is this love that more than all the cursed deadly or any other of its great movers so moves the soul and soul what is this soul that more than by any of its great movers is by love so moved? — Samuel Beckett
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love. — Samuel Beckett
All life long, the same questions, the same answers. — Samuel Beckett
Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order. — Samuel Beckett
What are we doing here, that is the question. — Samuel Beckett
Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of. — Samuel Beckett
We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench — Samuel Beckett
Success and failure on the public level never mattered much to me, in fact I feel more at home with the latter, having breathed deep of its vivifying air all my writing life up to the last couple of years. — Samuel Beckett
Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go. — Samuel Beckett
Enough of acting the infant who has been told so often how he was found under a cabbage that in the end he remembers the exact spot in the garden and the kind of life he led there before joining the family circle. — Samuel Beckett
[T]he 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
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits. — Samuel Beckett
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must. — Samuel Beckett
Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it. — Samuel Beckett
Birth was the death of him. — Samuel Beckett
If I was dead, I wouldn't know I was dead. That's the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death. — Samuel Beckett
The end of a life is always vivifying. — Samuel Beckett
Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better. — Samuel Beckett
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.' You won't believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better. — Samuel Beckett
To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare fail, that failure is his world and the shrink from desertion, art and craft, good housekeeping, living. — Samuel Beckett
All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better. — Samuel Beckett
Try again. Fail again. Fail better. — Samuel Beckett
What can it matter to me, that I succeed or fail ? The undertaking is none of mine, if they want me to succeed I'll fail, and vice versa, so as not to be rid of my tormentors. — Samuel Beckett
Words fail, there are times when even they fail. — Samuel Beckett
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world. — Samuel Beckett
Probably nothing in the world arouses more false hopes Than the first four hours of a diet. — Samuel Beckett
The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. — Samuel Beckett
We should have thought of it when the world was young, in the nineties. — Samuel Beckett
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. — Samuel Beckett
Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning. — Samuel Beckett
If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead. — Samuel Beckett
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail Better. — Samuel Beckett
Nothing is more real than nothing. — Samuel Beckett
We wait. We are bored. (He throws up his hand.) No, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste. Come, let's get to work! (He advances towards the heap, stops in his stride.) In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone more, in the midst of nothingness! — Samuel Beckett
How time flies when one has fun! — Samuel Beckett
It is useless not to seek, not to want, for when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you cease to want, then life begins to ram her fish and chips down your gullet until you puke, and then the puke down your gullet until you puke the puke, and then the puked puke until you begin to like it. — Samuel Beckett
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that… Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world. And we laugh, we laugh, with a will, in the beginning. But it's always the same thing. Yes, it's like the funny story we have heard too often, we still find it funny, but we don't laugh any more. — Samuel Beckett
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
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am. — Samuel Beckett
The Tuesday scowls, the Wednesday growls, the Thursday curses, the Friday howls, the Saturday snores, the Sunday yawns, the Monday morns, the Monday morns. The whacks, the moans, the cracks, the groans, the welts, the squeaks, the belts, the shrieks, the pricks, the prayers, the kicks, the tears, the skelps, and the yelps. — 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
Not to want to say, not to know what you want to say, not to be able to say what you think you want to say, and never to stop saying, or hardly ever, that is the thing to keep in mind, even in the heat of composition. — Samuel Beckett
It sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger. — Samuel Beckett
And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming. — Samuel Beckett
Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining. — Samuel Beckett
Imagination at wit's end spreads its sad wings. — Samuel Beckett
The pendulum oscillates between these two terms: Suffering-that opens a window on the real and is the main condition of the artistic experience, and Boredom ... that must be considered as the most tolerable because the most durable of human evils. — Samuel Beckett
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
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much? — Samuel Beckett
Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection. — Samuel Beckett
Mysterious affair, electricity. — Samuel Beckett
Let us do something, while we have the chance! ... 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! — Samuel Beckett
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet. — Samuel Beckett
Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea. — Samuel Beckett
James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can. — Samuel Beckett
To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something. — Samuel Beckett
We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener. — Samuel Beckett
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto. — Samuel Beckett
Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again. — Samuel Beckett
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic. — Samuel Beckett
Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena. — Samuel Beckett
Let's go." "We can't." "Why not?" "We're waiting for Godot. — Samuel Beckett
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not. — Samuel Beckett
You're on Earth. There's no cure for that. — Samuel Beckett
I am such a good man, at bottom, such a good man, how is it that nobody ever noticed it? — Samuel Beckett
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness. — Samuel Beckett
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten. — Samuel Beckett
Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me! — Samuel Beckett
It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter. — Samuel Beckett
That double-headed monster of damnation and salvation--Time. — Samuel Beckett
All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead. — Samuel Beckett
I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in. — Samuel Beckett
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way. — Samuel Beckett
I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly. — Samuel Beckett
When the object is perceived as particular and unique and not merely the member of a family, when it appears independent of any general notion and detached from the sanity of a cause, isolated and inexplicable in the light of ignorance, then and only then may it be a source of enchantment. — Samuel Beckett
Words are all we have. — Samuel Beckett
Abode where lost bodies roam each searching for its lost one. — Samuel Beckett
All has not been said and never will be. — Samuel Beckett
If by Godot I had meant God I would have said God, and not Godot. — Samuel Beckett
Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned. — Samuel Beckett
Make sense who may. I switch off. — Samuel Beckett
I have always been amazed at my contemporaries’ lack of finesse, I whose soul writhed from morning to night, in the mere quest of itself. — Samuel Beckett
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer. — Samuel Beckett
Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede. Slowly with never a pause plod on and never recede. — Samuel Beckett
James Joyce: His writing is not about something. It is the thing itself. — Samuel Beckett
The human eyelid is not teartight (happily for the human eye). — Samuel Beckett
It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there. — 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
What is that unforgettable line? — Samuel Beckett
She felt, as she felt so often with Murphy, spattered with words that went dead as soon as they sounded; each word obliterated, before it had time to make sense, by the word that came next; so that in the end she did not know what had been said. It was like difficult music heard for the first time. — Samuel Beckett
Estragon: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist? Vladimir: Yes, yes, we're magicians. — Samuel Beckett
What is more true than anything else? To swim is true and to sink is true. One cannot speak any more of being, one must speak onlyof the mess. — Samuel Beckett
Deplorable mania, when something happens, to inquire what. — Samuel Beckett
Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss. — Samuel Beckett
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps. — Samuel Beckett
I can't go on. I'll go on. — Samuel Beckett
I gave up before birth. — Samuel Beckett
The confusion is not my invention. We cannot listen to a conversation for five minutes without being aware of the confusion. It is all around us and our only chance now is to let it in. The only chance of renovation is to open our eyes and see the mess. It is not a mess you can make sense of. — Samuel Beckett
HAMM: We're not beginning to... to... mean something? CLOV: Mean something! You and I, mean something! (Brief laugh.) Ah that's a good one! — Samuel Beckett
Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence. — Samuel Beckett
We are all born mad. Some remain so. — Samuel Beckett
My keepers, why keepers, I'm in no danger of stirring an inch, ah I see, it's to make me think I'm a prisoner, frantic with corporeality, rearing to get out and away. — Samuel Beckett
Art has always been this--pure interrogation, rhetorical question less the rhetoric--whatever else it may have been obliged by social reality to appear. — Samuel Beckett
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. Let us not speak well of it either. Let us not speak of it at all. It is true the population has increased. — Samuel Beckett
To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day? — Samuel Beckett
We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals. — Samuel Beckett
Samuel Beckett's work often emphasizes the importance of perseverance and resilience in the face of life's struggles. He encourages us to accept our limitations and to find meaning in the seemingly mundane aspects of life.
Beckett's writing also emphasizes the power of the human spirit to find joy and beauty in the face of despair and suffering. He reminds us that life is unpredictable and that we must accept the uncertainty of the future.
Finally, Beckett encourages us to embrace the present moment and to find contentment in the present, rather than dwelling on the past or worrying about the future. He teaches us to be present in the moment and to make the most of our lives.
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