Thursday, April 13, 2017

Dear Incomprehension

“All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.”
― Samuel Beckett

“The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust”
― Samuel Beckett

“Spend the years of learning squandering
Courage for the years of wandering
Through a world politely turning
From the loutishness of learning.”
― Samuel Beckett, Collected Poems in English and French

“Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.”
― Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable

“We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench”
― Samuel Beckett

“It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there.”
― Samuel Beckett, Molloy