Quotes from Samuel Beckett
It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.
— Samuel Beckett
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
— Samuel Beckett
I had little talent for happiness.
— Samuel Beckett
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.—Samuel Beckett, Worstward Ho (1983)
— Samuel Beckett
As it is with the love of the body, so with the friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to the most retired places.
— Samuel Beckett
It sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger.
— Samuel Beckett
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.
— Samuel Beckett
To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare fail, that failure is his world and the shrink from desertion, art and craft, good housekeeping, living.
— Samuel Beckett
Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
— Samuel Beckett
I dont like animals. Its a strange thing, I dont like men and I dont like animals. As for God, he is beginning to disgust me.
— Samuel Beckett
What do you expect, one is what one is, partly at least.
— Samuel Beckett
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?
— Samuel Beckett