"Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go."
Playwright, Novelist
Samuel Beckett was an Irish playwright and novelist known for his influential works exploring absurdity and existentialism, particularly 'Waiting for Godot'.
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"Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go."
"I open the door of the cell and go. I am so bowed I only see my feet, if I open my eyes, and between my legs a little trail of black dust. I say to myself that the earth is extinguished, though I never saw it lit."
"They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance."
"We could have saved sixpence. We could have saved fivepence. But at what cost?"
"To what will love not stoop!"
"The short winter’s day was drawing to a close. It seems to me sometimes that these are the only days I have ever known, and especially that most charming moment of all, just before night wipes them out."
"Hardly had the glow been kindled by some good deed on your part or by some little triumph over your rivals or by a word of praisefrom your parents or mentors when it would begin to cool and fade leaving you in a very short time as chill and dim as before."
"Words fail, there are times when even they fail."
"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!"
"We all are born mad. Some remain so."
"Unhappy, but not unhappy enough."
"Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence."
"My life, my life, now I speak of it as of something over, now as of a joke which still goes on, and it is neither, for at the same time it is over and it goes on, and is there any tense for that? Watch wound and buried by the watchmaker, before he died, whose ruined works will one day speak of God, to the worms."
"There is at least this to be said for mind, that it can dispel mind."
"I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as about him. It is no longer I, but another whose life is just beginning."
"Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we'll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you? They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more."
"Silence, yes, but what silence! For it is all very fine to keep silence, but one has also to consider the kind of silence one keeps."
"There are two moments worthwhile in writing, the one when you start and the other when you throw it in the waste-paper basket."
"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."
"Yes, I dont know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief."