Best 21 quotes in «godot quotes» category

We are waiting not for a Godot but for another-doubtless very different-St. Benedict.

To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day?

We all are born mad. Some remain so.

Waiting for the implosion [of the government of Romano Prodi] is risking to turn into Waiting for Godot.

Estragon: And if he doesn't come? Vladimir: (after a moment of bewilderment) We'll see when the time comes.

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.

Balla, maiale!

E: Well, shall we go? V: Yes, let's go. (They do not move)

Gimdyti apsižergus kapą ir kančiose gimti. Duobėje duobkasys svajingai tvarkosi įrankius. Lieka laiko susenti. Ore skamba mūsų riksmai.

He thought of hanging himself, to pass the time.

If I had known who Godot is, I would have written it in the script.

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

VLADIMIR: Has he a beard, Mr. Godot? BOY: Yes Sir. VLADIMIR: Fair or... or black? BOY: I think it's white, Sir. VLADIMIR: Christ have mercy on us!

V: After having sucked all the good out of him you duck him away like a... like a banana skin.

Lucky's monologue: "(...)the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts peniciline and succedanea in a word(...)

V: After having sucked all the good out of hikike m you duck him away like a... like a banana skin.

VLADIMIR: Dance, hog!

Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today? That with Estragon my friend, at this place, until the fall of night, I waited for Godot? That Pozzo passed, with his carrier, and that he spoke to us? Probably. But in all that what truth will there be? He'll know nothing. He'll tell me about the blows he received and I'll give him a carrot. (pause) Astride of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps. We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener. At me too someone is looking, of me too someone is saying, He is sleeping, he knows nothing, let him sleep on. (Pause.) I can't go on! (Pause.) What have I said?

All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.

As a kid, I loved Godot because of the poetry and the humor and the strangeness, but then as you get older, its much more resonant.

Let's go." "We can't." "Why not?" "We're waiting for Godot.