Samuel Beckett

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

— Samuel Beckett

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

Birth was the death of him.

— Samuel Beckett

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

— Samuel Beckett

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

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

— 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.

— Samuel Beckett

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

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

— Samuel Beckett

Probably nothing in the world arouses more false hopes Than the first four hours of a diet.

— Samuel Beckett

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

— Samuel Beckett

How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones.

— Samuel Beckett

The bastard! He doesn't exist!

— Samuel Beckett

Habit is a great deadener.

— Samuel Beckett

Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awful.

— Samuel Beckett

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

— Samuel Beckett

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

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

— Samuel Beckett

Make sense who may. I switch off.

— Samuel Beckett

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

— Samuel Beckett

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

— Samuel Beckett

Words are all we have.

— Samuel Beckett