Quotes from Samuel Beckett

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.

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

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

Mysterious affair, electricity.

Watt had watched people smile and thought he understood how it was done.

All life long, the same questions, the same answers.

What are we doing here, that is the question.

For 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.

Fail, fail again, fail better.

Do you always believe in the life to come? Mine was always that.

Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

That's the mistake I made, one of the mistakes, to have wanted a story for myself, whereas life alone is enough.

I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.

Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go.

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 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.

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

Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.

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

The end of a life is always vivifying.

My dear Tom, Delighted to get your letter. Do write again. This life is terrible and I don't understand how it can be endured.

How time flies when one has fun!

Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.

But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!