
ESTRAGON: Don’t touch me! Don’t question me! Don’t speak to me! Stay with me!VLADIMIR: Did I ever leave you?ESTRAGON: You let me go.
– Samuel Beckett
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- The question of bread for myself is a material question, but the question of bread for my neighbor is a spiritual question. – Nikolai A Berdyaev
- when you avoid one life question, you answer another life question. The question is : what life question do you want to answer? – Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
- Stay curious, stay weird, stay kind and don’t let anyone ever tell you you aren’t smart or brave or worthy enough. – Alex Hirsch
- Stay in church, stay in prayer, stay in the Word, and stay in fellowship with other believers. – Nancy Alcorn
- We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist? – Samuel Beckett
- Seen no matter how and said as seen. Dread of black. Of white. Of void. Let her vanish. And the rest. For good. – Samuel Beckett
- When you touch someone who authentically represents a tradition, you not only touch his or her tradition, you also touch your own. – Thich Nhat Hanh
- The art wouldn’t complain if we leave her alone. Losing a touch with art, however, is losing a touch with our imagination. – Pawan Mishra
- It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible. – Samuel Beckett
- Nothing is funnier than unhappiness. – Samuel Beckett
- The forms are many in which the unchanging seeks relief from its formlessness. – Samuel Beckett
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- As it is with the love of the body, so with the friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to the most retired places. – Samuel Beckett
- Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned. – Samuel Beckett
- To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was. – Samuel Beckett
- To be always what I am – and so changed from what I was. – Samuel Beckett
- Light heat all known all white heart breath no sound. – Samuel Beckett
- But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head. – Samuel Beckett
- There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle. – Samuel Beckett
- I was limply poking about in the garbage saying probably, for at that age I must still have been capable of general ideas, This is life. – Samuel Beckett
- How do you manage it, she said, at your age? I told her I’d been saving up for her all my life. – Samuel Beckett
- The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain. – Samuel Beckett
- I am not interested in living in a city where there isn’t a production by Samuel Beckett running. – Edward Albee
- Have you shat, my child, I said gently. – Samuel Beckett
- He sometimes halted without saying anything. Either he had finally nothing to say or while having something to say he finally decided not to say it. – Samuel Beckett
- Boys my age with whom, in spite of everything, I was obliged to mix occasionally, mocked me. – Samuel Beckett
- Her smile was like a Samuel Beckett play – easy to read but difficult to interpret. – Bob Smith
- The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day. – Samuel Beckett
- In an instant all will vanish and we’ll be alone once more, in the midst of nothingness. – Samuel Beckett
- I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation. – Samuel Beckett
- She began stroking my ankles. I considered kicking her in the cunt. – Samuel Beckett
- And on the threshold of being no more I succeed in being another. – Samuel Beckett
- …The less I think of it the more certain I am. – Samuel Beckett
