The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

Quote by Samuel Beckett

Topics: Samuel Beckett Quotes

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.

All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a...

All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a...

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

I can't go on. I'll go on.

I can't go on. I'll go on.

Habit is a great deadener.

Habit is a great deadener.

James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I...

James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I...

Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.

Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.

In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.

In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.

If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not...

If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not...

That's how it is on this bitch of an earth.

That's how it is on this bitch of an earth.

Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

Birth was the death of him.

Birth was the death of him.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical...

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical...

You're on earth. There's no cure for that.

You're on earth. There's no cure for that.

Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

Habit is a great deadener.

Habit is a great deadener.

It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason,...

It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason,...

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there,...

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there,...

Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift,...

Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift,...