1906-1989, Irish Dramatist, Novelist
Birth was the death of him.
Samuel Beckett – [Birth]
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett – [Failure]
Habit is a great deadener.
Samuel Beckett – [Habit]
How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones.
Samuel Beckett – [God]
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
Samuel Beckett – [Silence]
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.
Samuel Beckett – [Burial]
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.
Samuel Beckett – [Parents and Parenting]
Make sense who may. I switch off.
Samuel Beckett – [Resignation]
Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awful.
Samuel Beckett – [Inertia]
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.
Samuel Beckett – [Unhappiness]
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.
Samuel Beckett – [Death and Dying]
Probably nothing in the world arouses more false hopes Than the first four hours of a diet.
Samuel Beckett – [Diets and Dieting]
The bastard! He doesn't exist!
Samuel Beckett – [God]
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.
Samuel Beckett – [Cries and Crying]
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.
Samuel Beckett – [Blame]
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
Samuel Beckett – [Chaos]
To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something.
Samuel Beckett – [Age and Aging]
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
Samuel Beckett – [Insanity]
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?
Samuel Beckett – [Punctuality]
We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.
Samuel Beckett – [Age and Aging]