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 Image
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“they come different and the same with each it is different and the same with each the absence of love is different… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“Ada: And why life? (Pause.) Why life, Henry? (Pause.) Is there anyone about? Henry: Not a living soul. Ada: I thought as… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
What is this love that more than all the cursed deadly or any other of its great movers so moves the soul… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
James Joyce: His writing is not about something. It is the thing itself. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Until the day when, your endurance gone, in this world for you without arms, you catch up in yours the first mangy… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
What goes by the name of love is banishment, with now and then a postcard from the homeland, such is my considered… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“It was she made me acquainted with love. She went by the peaceful name of Ruth I think, but I can't say… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“find someone at last someone find you at last live together glued together love each other a little without being loved be… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“From Beckett's "The Unnamable": "They love each other, marry, in order to love each other better, more conveniently, he goes off to… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“dead calm, then a murmur, a name, a murmured name, in doubt, in fear, in love, in fear, in doubt, wind of… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“To be together again, after so long, who love the sunny wind, the windy sun, in the sun, in the wind, that… — 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
