Samuel Beckett Quotes

Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.

Yesterday I was a dog. Today I'm a dog. Tomorrow I'll probably still be a dog. Sigh! There's so little hope for advancement.

I've never been a suicidal person. I've never been someone to want to see the world come to an end. But I would like to see something different than what I'm seeing. Because it is becoming a monotonous - as if you're watching re-runs of things you've already seen.

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun

Living's heavy work, but off to one side the way we are, it's useless, too. It don't make sense. If I knowed how to climb back on the wheel, I'd do it in a minute. You can't have living without dying. So you can't call it living, what we got. We just are, we just be, like rocks beside the road.

That human existence should repeat itself, well and good, but that it should repeat itself like a hackneyed tune, or a record a drunkard keeps playing as he feeds coins into the jukebox...

The only difference between a rut and a grave are the dimensions.

If you keep bashing your head against the same wall, at some point you're going to fall over and be still for awhile.

I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.

I have been out again on the river, rowing. I find nothing new.

How does one get bored of life?

There is nothing new under the sun.

Here, everything is tragic through and through, and the will, that fain would shape a world according to its wish, at last can reach no greater satisfaction than the breaking of itself in dignified annulment.

There's nothing new under the sun. We talk about the same things all the time on air.

Estragon: Nothing to be done.

It was over now, and the meaningless world was tolerable and need not be explained. And never would it be, and how foolish I had ever been to think so.

I just tell you and though I dont sound like it I've got plenty of sense, there aint any answer, there aint going to be any answer, there never has been any answer, that's the answer.

Nothing happened, and nothing kept happening.

Don’t be surprised. There is nothing new under the sun. Only endless repackagings

Is despair wrong? Isn’t it the natural condition of life after a certain age? … After a number of events, what is there left but repetition and diminishment? Who wants to go on living? The eccentric, the religious, the artistic (sometimes); those with a false sense of their own worth. Soft cheeses collapse; firm cheeses endurate. Both go mouldy.

Bored with the same type of misery over and over and over again.

I like to remind myself that everything is meaningless.

With knowledge there is no hope,... without hope I would sit motionless, rusting like unused armor.

You don't even live once.

Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last.