Quotes By Samuel Beckett

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

I can't go on. I'll go on.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

Words are all we have.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.

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.

The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?

Habit is a great deadener.

Birth was the death of him.

All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.

James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.

You're on earth. There's no cure for that.

Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence.

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.

If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.

Do we mean love, when we say love?

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it.

Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick.

In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.

I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.