Silence Quotes by Samuel Beckett

Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.

— Samuel Beckett

“It is the role of objects to restore silence”

— Samuel Beckett

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

— Samuel Beckett

To restore silence is the role of objects.

— Samuel Beckett

POZZO: I am blind. (Silence.) ESTRAGON: Perhaps he can see into the future.

— Samuel Beckett

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

— Samuel Beckett

Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go…

— Samuel Beckett

Where am I, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence, in the silence you don't know, you must go on,…

— Samuel Beckett

“It is gone, the heart is gone, the head is gone, no one feels anything, asks anything, seeks anything, says anything, hears…

— Samuel Beckett

Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence.

— Samuel Beckett

Silence, yes, but what silence! For it is all very fine to keep silence, but one has also to consider the kind…

— Samuel Beckett

Silence and darkness were all I craved. Well, I get a certain amount of both. They being one.

— Samuel Beckett

“He sometimes halted without saying anything. Either he had finally nothing to say or while having something to say he finally decided…

— Samuel Beckett

“So I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of…

— 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

“Not one person in a hundred knows how to be silent and listen, no, nor even to conceive what such a thing…

— Samuel Beckett

“In reality I said nothing at all, but I heard a murmur, something gone wrong with the silence, and I pricked up…

— 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

...you must say words, as long as there are any, until they find me, until they say me, strange pain, strange sin,…

— Samuel Beckett

“I don’t know: perhaps it’s a dream, all a dream. (That would surprise me.) I’ll wake, in the silence, and never sleep…

— Samuel Beckett

“...and I'll be able to go on, no, I'll be able to stop, or start, another guzzle of lies but piping hot,…

— Samuel Beckett

“I'm all these words, all these strangers, this dust of words, with no ground for their settling, no sky for their dispersing,…

— Samuel Beckett

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.

— Samuel Beckett