Quotes from Samuel Beckett

Birth was the death of him.

We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.

All that is active, all that is enveloped in time and space, is endowed with what might be described as an abstract, ideal and absolute impermeability.

Do we mean love, when we say love?

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.

It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter.

One day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second.

We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench

So all things limp together for the only possible.

I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.

Over, over, there is a soft place in my heart for all that is over, no, for the being over, words have been my only loves, not many.

Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher's regular, what normal woman wants affection?

What goes by the name of love is banishment, with now and then a postcard from the homeland, such is my considered opinion, this evening.

To what will love not stoop!

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

in reality we are one and all from the unthinkable first to the no less unthinkable last glued together in a vast imbrication of flesh without breach or fissure

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

What is this love that more than all the cursed deadly or any other of its great movers so moves the soul and soul what is this soul that more than by any of its great movers is by love so moved?

What is more true than anything else? To swim is true and to sink is true. One cannot speak any more of being, one must speak onlyof the mess.

God is love. Yes or no? No.

Lick your neighbor as yourself!

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

Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn't want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn't want them back.

Love requited is a short circuit.