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
thinking mind want
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.
memories mean goes-on
The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I mean without the courage to end or the strength to go on.
bears grudge whisky
The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
waiting-for-godot godot cruel-fate
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
life death dying
Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go.
truth swim speak
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.
art philosophy history
We could have saved sixpence. We could have saved fivepence. But at what cost?
light shining shadow
But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.
death air dying
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.
love names evening
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.
hands holding-hands pauses
Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede. Slowly with never a pause plod on and never recede.
loneliness lost-ones body
Abode where lost bodies roam each searching for its lost one.
waiting motto my-motto
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
friendship two sorrow
Two in distressmake sorrow less.