“The tears of the world are a constant quantity, the same is true of the laugh.” — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The Tuesday scowls, the Wednesday growls, the Thursday curses, the Friday howls, the Saturday snores, the Sunday yawns, the Monday morns, the… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
And truly it little matters what I say, this or that or any other thing. Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong.… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Personally of course I regret everything. Not a word, not a deed, not a thought, not a need, not a grief, not… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“It was December, I had never felt so cold, the eel soup lay heavy on my stomach, I was afraid I'd die, I turned… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
“You may say it is all in my head, and indeed sometimes it seems to me I am in a head and that these… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
“Here he stood. Here he sat. Here he knelt. Here he lay. Here he moved, to and fro, from the door to the window,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
It is useless not to seek, not to want, for when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you cease to… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much? — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
The new light above my table is a great improvement. With all this darkness around me I feel less alone. (Pause.) In a way.… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
Women are all the bloody sameyou can't love for five minutes without wanting it abolished in brats and house bloody wifery. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
“ESTRAGON: Do you think God sees me? VLADIMIR: You must close your eyes. Estragon closes his eyes, staggers worse. ESTRAGON: (stopping, brandishing his fists,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
