Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
Suffering is the main condition of the artistic experience.
Samuel Beckett
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
Samuel Beckett
Age: 83 †
Born: 1906
Born: April 13
Died: 1989
Died: December 22
Artist
Author
Cricketer
Film Director
French Resistance Fighter
Intellectual
Linguist
Novelist
Playwright
Poet
Screenwriter
Teacher
Dublin city
Samuel Barclay Beckett
Andrew Belis
Sam Beckett
Sa-miao-erh Pei-kʻo-tʻe
Samuel Beḳeṭ
Artistic
Condition
Main
Conditions
Suffering
Experience
More quotes by Samuel Beckett
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
Samuel Beckett
We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
Samuel Beckett
The sky sinks in the morning, this fact has been insufficiently observed.
Samuel Beckett
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.
Samuel Beckett
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
Samuel Beckett
I want very much to be back in the caul, on my back in the dark forever.
Samuel Beckett
The reality of the individualis an incoherent reality and must be expressed incoherently.
Samuel Beckett
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.
Samuel Beckett
The human eyelid is not teartight (happily for the human eye).
Samuel Beckett
Unhappy, but not unhappy enough.
Samuel Beckett
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.
Samuel Beckett
I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.
Samuel Beckett
You would do better, at least no worse, to obliterate texts than to blacken margins, to fill in the holes of words till all is blank and flat and the whole ghastly business looks like what it is, senseless, speechless, issueless misery.
Samuel Beckett
I gave up before birth.
Samuel Beckett
How long have I been here, what a question, I've often wondered. And often I could answer, An hour, a month, a year, a century, depending on what I meant by here, and me, and being, and there I never went looking for extravagant meanings, there I never much varied, only the here would sometimes seem to vary.
Samuel Beckett
All the things you would do gladly, oh without enthusiasm, but gladly, all the things there seems no reason for your not doing, and that you do not do! Can it be we are not free? It might be worth looking into.
Samuel Beckett
Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede. Slowly with never a pause plod on and never recede.
Samuel Beckett
The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I mean without the courage to end or the strength to go on.
Samuel Beckett
That penny farthing hell you call your mind
Samuel Beckett
To find a form that accommodates the shape of the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
Samuel Beckett
