“He sometimes halted without saying anything. Either he had finally nothing to say or while having something to say he finally decided… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
That's the mistake I made, one of the mistakes, to have wanted a story for myself, whereas life alone is enough. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Enough of acting the infant who has been told so often how he was found under a cabbage that in the end… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
VLADIMIR: What do they say? ESTRAGON: They talk about their lives. VLADIMIR: To have lived is not enough for them. ESTRAGON: They… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Enough. Sudden enough. Sudden all far. No move and sudden all far. All least. Three pins. One pinhole. In dimmost dim. Vasts… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
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 Image
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much? — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
