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 animal strange
I don’t like animals. It’s a strange thing, I don’t like men and I don’t like animals. As for God, he is beginning to disgust me.
beautiful father men
I had seen faces in photographs I might have found beautiful had I known even vaguely in what beauty was supposed to consist. And my father's face, on his death-bolster, had seemed to hint at some form of aesthetics relevant to man. But the faces of the living, all grimace and flush, can they be described as objects?
men thinking reality
When a man in a forest thinks he is going forward in a straight line, in reality he is going in a circle, I did my best to go in a circle, hoping to go in a straight line.
mentor want matter
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.
men vices virtue
Absolute virtue is as sure to kill a man as absolute vice is, let alone the dullness of it and the pomposities of it.
men shoes feet
There is man in his entirety, blaming his shoe when his foot is guilty.
love loneliness men
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
men littles waiting-for-godot
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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.
men good-man goodness
I am such a good man, at bottom, such a good man, how is it that nobody ever noticed it?
destiny men radishes
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
life hate men
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.
butterfly men silence
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
generous thieves
For why be discouraged, one of thieves was saved, that is a generous percentage.