Best 41 of Beckett quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jenny B. Jones

And as for girls who try to stay away from me—my charm always wears them down.” “I’m up-to-date on my shots, so I’m pretty much immune to everything.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Samuel Beckett

HAMM: Scoundrel! Why did you engender me? NAGG: I didn't know. HAMM: What? What didn't you know? NAGG: That it'd be you. (Pause.)

By Anonym 16 Sep

Lois Gordon

In a sense, Joyce was Beckett's Don Quixote, and Beckett was his Sancho Panza. Joyce aspired to the One; Beckett encapsulated the fragmented many. But as each author accomplished his task, it was in the service of the other. Ultimately, Beckett's landscapes would resound with articulate silence, and his empty spaces would collect within themselves the richness of multiple shadows--a physicist would say the negative particles--of all that exists in absence, as in the white patches of an Abstract Expressionist painting. Becket would evoke, on his canvasses of vast innuendo and through the interstices of conscious and unconscious thought, the richness that Joyce had made explicit in words and intricate structure.

By Anonym 16 Sep

K. Bromberg

I haven't event started yet Wood! I need time to process... it's not every day hell falls below zero.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Samuel Beckett

Vladimir:-Cuando uno piensa, oye. Estragon:-Cierto. Vladimir:-Y eso impide reflexionar. Estragon:-Claro. Vladimir:-Impide pensar. Estragon:-De todos modos se piensa. Vladimir:-¡Qué va!, resulta imposible. Estragon:-Eso es, contradigámonos. Vladimir: Imposible. Estragon:-¿Tú crees? Vladimir:-Ya no nos arriesgamos a pensar. Estragon:-Entonces, ¿De qué nos lamentamos?

By Anonym 19 Sep

William H. Gass

There are few poets today who can equal, in their esthetic exploitation of language, in their depth of commitment to their medium, in their range of conceptual understanding, in the purity of their closed forms, the work of Nabokov, Borges, Beckett, Barth, Broch, Gaddis, or Calvino, or any of half-a-dozen extraordinarily gifted South Americans.

By Anonym 15 Sep

John Larroquette

Unfortunately, I'm not a history buff. I don't read biographies, except of some of those writers whom I've collected over the years - particularly Samuel Beckett and Henry Miller, people like Charles Bukowski and John Fante and David Foster Wallace.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Edward Albee

The one living playwright I admire without any reservation whatsoever is Samuel Beckett. I have funny feelings about almost all the others.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Beckett Samuel

HAMM: Yesterday! What does that mean? Yesterday! CLOV (violently): That means that bloody awful day, long ago, before this bloody awful day. I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent. (Pause.)

By Anonym 18 Sep

Debra Anastasia

Simple shit makes this chick crap bubbles and rainbows" -Beckett

By Anonym 16 Sep

Samuel Beckett

I happened to look up and there it was. All over and done with, at last. I sat on for a few moments with the ball in my hand and the dog yelping and pawing at me. (Pause.) Moments. Her moments, my moments (Pause.) The dog's moments.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Samuel Beckett

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.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Debra Anastasia

Beckett's probably the hardest man there is to love," Blake said. "He does life wrong for all the right reasons.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Natasha Tsakos

I have Shakespeared my Moliere to Tenessee, and I am Wild for Becket! But I got a little tired of the redundancy.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jean-paul Sartre

[Contemporary writer] could be a kind of [Samuel] Beckett who would not be felt to be totally committed to despair.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jenny B. Jones

Any pub will do?” “McPherson’s, I think. One with music that will alter my life forever, give me eternal happiness, and make me see God. You know. One like that.” “So you need the magical sound of Ireland and some information about an Abbeyglen native. Francine”—Beckett’s eyes danced in the streaming sunlight—“I’m about to solve your every problem.” Beckett stood up and gave my hair a light tug. “Prepare to worship and adore me.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Debra Anastasia

So I'm sitting in that damn chair, ready to die, and I say to her, 'You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I'm so damn glad you're going to kill me instead of some brainless, toothless druggie." Beckett smiled again at the memory of his almost-murder. "Then she traded the knife for her lips, and now she works for me." Beckett put his hands behind his head and flexed his giant biceps. "She won't tell me who hired her to come here. She's the deadliest person I've ever encountered. I still think she might kill me, but I can't stop looking at her.

By Anonym 13 Sep

John Hurt

As Beckett said, it's not enough to die, one has to be forgotten as well.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Gerald Stern

I think it's in Malone Dies that Beckett's creature is in a kind of prison or hospital. As I recall, he is visited twice a day, slop brought in and slop taken out. He has a stub of a pencil, a bit of paper. And he asks questions, ten, sven, I don't remember, "Why am I here?" "What day is it?" The last one, no. 10 maybe, says "Number your answers." This is not just desperation and clinging to something called 'reason'--by his fingertips--that is humanity, shit-smeared, hopeless, and mad humanity--in the face of all denial. Our work is about that. My work.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Debra Anastasia

Don't ever die in my head again. Please, never again,

By Anonym 15 Sep

Susanna Kearsley

These are your beautiful days, Julia Beckett," he promised softly.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Debra Anastasia

Beckett started the Hummer and texted Eve: Tak4e Ur Cloth3s OFF Im on my qway Her reply came back quick as lightning: Take ur clothes off and f*ck yourself. “One way or another, this chick is gonna kill me,” Beckett growled as the Hummer roared away.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Jenny B. Jones

You’re not too bad, Finley Sinclair.” I couldn’t have looked away from this boy if the room had caught on fire. “You’re okay yourself. At times.” “But we can’t get involved.” “No.” I swallowed. “Definitely not.” His face lowered a fraction of an inch. “Because I’m infamously bad.” “And I’m staying away from trouble.” His voice was rough, husky. “It would never work.” I took a step closer. “Impossible.” He traced my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “We don’t even like each other." “I pretty much can’t stand you.” And then his lips crushed to mine.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Samuel Beckett

I am interested in the shape of ideas, even if I do not believe in them

By Anonym 13 Sep

John Cameron Mitchell

Ibsen, Chekhov, Shakespeare, and Beckett to me are the most revolutionary.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Anthony Burgess

Beckett does not believe in God, though he seems to imply that God has committed an unforgivable sin by not existing.

By Anonym 20 Sep

K. Bromberg

You're barebacking, aren't you?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Johnny Rich

He thought of hanging himself, to pass the time.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Samuel Beckett

Ada: And why life? (Pause.) Why life, Henry? (Pause.) Is there anyone about? Henry: Not a living soul. Ada: I thought as much. (Pause.) When we longed to have it to ourselves there was always someone. Now that it does not matter the place is deserted.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jean-paul Sartre

I admire [Samuel] Beckett, but I am totally against him. He seeks no improvement.

By Anonym 18 Sep

David Foenkinos

Se alejó, visiblemente en el mismo estado que aquel día de abril de 1992 en que vio una obra de Samuel Beckett en un teatro alternativo

By Anonym 13 Sep

Grant Achatz

Food is a necessary component to life. People can live without Renoir, Mozart, Gaudi, Beckett, but they cannot live without food.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Samuel Beckett

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.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Christina Engela

The Exo went pale when he realized what we were dealing with. Well, what he thought we were dealing with. I never really thought he was a paragon of courage, mister ‘I’ll-be-Captain-one-of-these-days’ Beckett. He wanted to turn a blind eye as it were, and keep going. Of course we didn’t want to break the law – or tempt karma… so the Captain over-ruled him and decided to stop. It was. A trap, I mean. But nothing like we thought – not something as mundane as Corsairs. Oh, no. And it didn’t spring on us till days later, when we were light-years away.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Samuel Beckett

I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side. (Pause. Krapp's lips move. No sound.) Past midnight. Never knew such silence. The earth might be uninhabited.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Samuel Beckett

You lean back against the door with bowed head making ready to set out. By the time you open your eyes your feet have disappeared and the skirt of your great coat come to rest on the surface of the snow. The dark scene seems lit from below. You see yourself at the last outset leaning against the door with closed eyes waiting for the word from you to go. To be gone.Then the snowlit scene. You lie in the dark with closed eyes and see yourself there as described making ready to strike out and away across the expanse of light. You hear again the click of the door pulled gently to and the silence before the steps can start. Next thing you are on your way across the white pasture afrolic with lambs in spring and strewn with red placantae.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Samuel Beckett

She dragged me across the floor, stopping from time to time only to kick me. I didn't know our cows too could be so inhuman.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Debra Anastasia

When she was this wild he was a monster for her. He bruised her, took her blows and fought to give her the pleasure she made him earn.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Anyta Sunday

People can be complicated. We can also be ridiculously simple.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jonathan Safran Foer

All really great artists, Jackson Pollack, John Cage, Beckett or Joyce - you are never indifferent to them.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Samuel Beckett

What is certain is this, that I never rested in that way again, my feet obscenely resting on the earth, my arms on the handlebars and on my arms my head, rocking and abandoned. It is indeed a delporable sight, a deplorable example, for the people, who so need to be encouraged, in their bitter toil, and to have before their eyes manifestations of strength only, of courage and joy, without which they might collapse, at the end of the day, and roll on the ground.