Samuel Beckett
Samuel Beckett
Samuel Barclay Beckettwas a French-Irish avant-garde novelist, playwright, theatre director, and poet, who lived in Paris for most of his adult life and wrote in both English and French. He is widely regarded as among the most influential writers of the 20th century...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth13 April 1906
CityFoxrock, Ireland
CountryIreland
men littles waiting-for-godot
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
time blind notion
The blind have no notion of time. The things of time are hidden from them too.
alive may stills
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
time men way
For the only way one can speak of nothing is to speak of it as though it were something, just as the only way one can speak of God is to speak of him as though he were a man, which to be sure he was, in a sense, for a time, and as the only way one can speak of man, even our anthropologists have realized that, is to speak of him as though he were a termite.
filth forbidden relish
To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.
art mind said
There is at least this to be said for mind, that it can dispel mind.
humanity philosopher poet
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
eye who-i-am ego
It sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger.
death birth
Birth was the death of him.
running flying calm
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.
solitude three-things inability
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.
together all-things
So all things limp together for the only possible.
girl regret grief
Personally of course I regret everything. Not a word, not a deed, not a thought, not a need, not a grief, not a joy, not a girl, not a boy, not a doubt, not a trust, not a scorn, not a lust, not a hope, not a fear, not a smile, not a tear, not a name, not a face, no time, no place...that I do not regret, exceedingly. An ordure, from beginning to end.
essentials
The essential doesn't change.