Life Quotes by Samuel Beckett

That's how it is on this bitch of an earth.

— Samuel Beckett

My mistakes are my life.

— Samuel Beckett

What are we doing here, that is the question.

— Samuel Beckett

The end of a life is always vivifying.

— Samuel Beckett

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

— Samuel Beckett

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

— Samuel Beckett

How do you manage it, she said, at your age? I told her I'd been saving up for her all my life.

— Samuel Beckett

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

— Samuel Beckett

“Pozzo: I don't seem to be able...(long hesitation) to depart. Estragon: Such is life.”

— Samuel Beckett

“CLOV: Do you believe in the life to come? HAMM: Mine was always that.”

— Samuel Beckett

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

— Samuel Beckett

Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.

— Samuel Beckett

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

— Samuel Beckett

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

— Samuel Beckett

The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I…

— Samuel Beckett

“But I did not yet know, at that time, how tender the earth can be for those who have only her and…

— Samuel Beckett

“let us say before i go any further, that i forgive nobody. i wish them all an atrocious life in the fires…

— Samuel Beckett

“But it is useless to dwell on this period of my life. If I go on long enough calling that my life…

— Samuel Beckett

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

— Samuel Beckett

He brings light, as only the great dare to bring light, to the issueless predicament of existence.

— Samuel Beckett

Enough of acting the infant who has been told so often how he was found under a cabbage that in the end…

— Samuel Beckett

Habit is a compromise effected between the individual and his environment, or between the individual and his own organic eccentricities, the guarantee…

— Samuel Beckett

My life, my life, now I speak of it as of something over, now as of a joke which still goes on,…

— Samuel Beckett

It is useless not to seek, not to want, for when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you…

— Samuel Beckett

“We are no longer the same, you wiser but not sadder, and I sadder but not wiser, for wiser I could hardly…

— Samuel Beckett

I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But…

— Samuel Beckett

“Live and invent. I have tried. I must have tried. Invent. It is not the word. Neither is to live. No matter.…

— Samuel Beckett

“There's my life, why not, it is one, if you like, if you must, I don't say no, this evening. There has…

— Samuel Beckett

“All is ready. Except me. I am being given, if I may venture the expression, birth to into death, such is my…

— Samuel Beckett

“I don't know when I died. It always seemed to me I died old, about ninety years old, and what years, and…

— Samuel Beckett

“With a cluther of limbs and organs, all that is needed to live again, to hold out a little time, I'll call…

— Samuel Beckett

“It took me a long time, my lifetime so to speak, to realise that the colour of an eye half seen, or…

— Samuel Beckett

“But what's all this about not being able to die, live, be born? That must have some bearing. All this about staying…

— Samuel Beckett

“Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaquaquaquaqua with white beard…

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“The old thing where it always was, back again. As when a man, having found at last what he sought, a woman,…

— Samuel Beckett

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

— Samuel Beckett

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

— Samuel Beckett

Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be…

— Samuel Beckett

I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as about him. It is no longer I,…

— Samuel Beckett

[T]he syndrome known as life is too diffuse to admit of palliation. For every symptom that is eased, another is made worse.…

— Samuel Beckett