Over, over, there is a soft place in my heart for all that is over, no, for the being over, words have… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher's… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Hamm: There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“But I did not yet know, at that time, how tender the earth can be for those who have only her and… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“there is [...] a last even of last times of saying if you do not love me I shall not be loved… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“I happened to look up and there it was. All over and done with, at last. I sat on for a few… — 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… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
That passed the time. It would have passed in any case. Yes, but not so rapidly. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“the churn of stale words in the heart again love love love thud of the old plunger pestling the unalterable whey of… — 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
