107 quotes
The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? From time to time. There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.
The Unnamable (1954)
My appearance still made people laugh, with that hearty jovial laugh so good for the health.
The End (1946)
Let me cry out then, it's said to be good for you. Yes let me cry out, this time, then another time perhaps, then perhaps a last time.
Molloy (1951)
Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong.
Molloy (1951)
In me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
Molloy (1951)
But is it true love, in the rectum? That’s what bothers me sometimes.
Molloy (1951)
Do you ever think? The voice, God forbid.
The End (1946)
It is rare that the feeling of absurdity is not followed by the feeling of necessity … it is rare that the feeling of necessity is not followed by the feeling of absurdity.
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was, but that I was, forgot to be.
Molloy (1951)
There is something … more important in life than punctuality, and that is decorum.
Molloy (1951)
It sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger.
Molloy (1951)
Astride of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave-digger puts on the forceps. We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries.
The expression that there is nothing to express, nothing with which to express, nothing from which to express, no power to express, no desire to express, together with the obligation to express.
Three Dialogues (1949)
Poor juvenile solutions, explaining nothing. No need then for caution, we may reason on to our heart’s content, the fog won’t lift.
The Expelled (1946)
I grow gnomic. It is the last phase.
The Letters of Samuel Becket 1929–1940 (2009)
What a joy to know where one is, and where one will stay, without being there. Nothing to do but stretch out comfortably on the rack, in the blissful knowledge you are nobody for all eternity.
The Unnamable (1954)
All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Worstward Ho (1983)
The fact is, it seems, that the most you can hope is to be a little less, in the end, the creature you were in the beginning, and the middle.
Molloy (1951)
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
I did my best to go in a circle, hoping in this way to go in a straight line.
Molloy (1951)