We are all born mad. Some remain so.
Samuel BeckettTag: rena-silverman samuel-beckett
It took me a long time, my lifetime so to speak, to realise that the colour of an eye half seen, or the source of some distant sound, are closer to Giudecca in the hell of unknowing than the existence of God, or the origins of protoplasm, or the eistence of self, and even less worthy than these to occupy the wise, It's a bit much, a lifetime, to achieve this consoling conclusion, it doesn't leave you much time to profit by it.
Samuel BeckettTag: samuel-beckett first-love
I am not interested in living in a city where there isn't a production by Samuel Beckett running.
Edward AlbeeTag: theater drama culture samuel-beckett cities stage
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust
Samuel BeckettTag: love samuel-beckett murphy disgust chain
I just completed a long car trip on a Sunday in August with two small children, which believe me is enough to convince you that Samuel Beckett was right about everything.
Lev GrossmanTag: samuel-beckett kids august car-trips road-trips
My life, my life, now I speak of it as of something over, now as of a joke which still goes on, and it is neither, for at the same time it is over and it goes on, and is there any tense for that? Watch wound and buried by the watchmaker, before he died, whose ruined works will one day speak of God, to the worms.
Samuel BeckettTag: samuel-beckett molloy
And even my sense of identity was wrapped in a namelessness often hard to penetrate, as we have just seen I think…Yes, even then, when already all was fading, waves and particles, there could be no things but nameless things, no names but thingless names. I say that now, but after all what do I know now about then, now when the icy words hail down upon me, the icy meanings, and the world dies too, foully named. All I know is what the words know, and the dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning, a middle and an end as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead. And truly it little matters what I say, this or that or any other thing. Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong. You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and long forgotten, life without tears, as it is wept. To hell with it anyway.
Samuel BeckettTag: samuel-beckett molloy
Estragon:-¿Cuál es nuestro papel en este asunto?
Vladimir:-¿Nuestro papel?
Estragon:-Tómate tiempo.
Vladimir:-¿Nuestro papel? El del suplicante.
Estragon:-¿Hasta este extremo?
Vladimir: ¿El señor tiene exigencias que hacer valer?
Estragon:-¿Ya no tenemos derechos?
(Risa de Vladimir, quien se reprime como antes. Mismos gestos, salvo la sonrisa)
Vladimir:-Me harías reír si me estuviera permitido.
Estragon:-¿Los hemos perdido?
Vladimir (con claridad):-Los hemos vendido.
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Gimdyti apsižergus kapą ir kančiose gimti. Duobėje duobkasys svajingai tvarkosi įrankius. Lieka laiko susenti. Ore skamba mūsų riksmai.
Samuel BeckettTag: godot samuel-beckett birth waiting-for-godot lithuanian
A cheval sur une tombe et une naissance difficile. Du fond du trou, rêveusement, le fossoyeur applique ses fers. On a le temps de vieillir. L'air est plein de nos cris.
Samuel BeckettTag: godot french samuel-beckett beckett waiting-for-godot french-literature difficile naissance
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