Quotes from Samuel Beckett

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.

That double-headed monster of damnation and salvation--Time.

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. (He laughs.) Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. (Pause.) Let us not speak well of it either. (Pause.) Let us not speak of it at all.

It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.

There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.

Tears, that could be the tone, if they weren't so easy, the true tone and tenor at last.

What a joy to know where one is, and where one will stay, without being there. Nothing to do but stretch out comfortably on the rack, in the blissful knowledge you are nobody for all eternity. A pity I should have to give tongue at the same time, it prevents it from bleeding in peace, licking the lips.

To every man his little cross. (He sighs.) Till he dies. (Afterthought.) And is forgotten.

That passed the time. It would have passed in any case. Yes, but not so rapidly.

Nothing to be done. I'm beginning to come round to that opinion.

He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.