Samuel Beckett Quotes

I rose to my knees, mouth dry and heart pounding, and paused to finger a rip in my beautiful Dacron bowling shirt. I pushed my fingertip through the hole and wiggled it at myself. Hello, Dexter, where are you going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I don't know, but I'm almost there. I hear my friends calling.

And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.

I didn't know what was going through my mind.

So being two different people in one day unnerved me to no end.

I believed or thought I was disoriented and the victim of a bizarre dream and I believe I paced in and out of the room and possibly into one of the other rooms. I may have re-examined her, finally believing that this was true.

I felt nobody would understand what was going on in my mind.

I have no idea what I'm doin'. I've never seen me.

Sometimes, I wonder where my place in this town called 'Hollywood' is - and that can give you a really dull headache.

I just don't know where my head is sometimes.

I had a headache for four days after the first Haye fight. I didn't tell anyone, I just went to bed and thought it would go. But for four days it remained. Then I got my brain scan before the second fight, and I was worried when I went for it.

I curl up, make myself smaller, try to disappear entirely. Wrapped in silence, I slide my bracelet that reads 'mentally disoriented' around and around my wrist.

i swore i could feel my lies slithering inside me like snakes, wrapping themselves around me and constricting. i felt they were squeezing the air from my lungs, tightening around my heart.

My face is muffled in my mother's clothing. Her rhinestones injure me. See: my feet are going. Fish flee the forefinger of my aunt. The sun streams over the geraniums. What has this to do with what I feel, with what I am.

I think bullfights are for men who aren't very brave and wish they were. If you saw one you'll know what I mean. Remember after all the cape work when the bull tries to kill something that isn't there? Remember how he gets confused and uneasy, sometimes just stands and looks for an answer? Well, then they have to give him a horse or his heart will break. He has to get his horns into something solid or his spirit dies. Well, I'm that horse. And that's the kind of men I get, confused and puzzled. If they can get a horn into me, that's a little triumph.

There’s a massive glitter ball in my head and it has never stopped turning

I know nothing and my heart aches

in the caves of my heart, where pain taps out its rhythms and sorrow sets its loss, i am without direction.

My heart beat Beats me senselessly Why's everything Gotta be so intense with me.

I am plagued by doubts.

Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.

I can’t imagine what my school friends must have thought was going on because I was wandering around in some kind of dream. I felt as though my insides had been taken out which is, I now realize, the right feeling.

Well, you know, there's depression and depression. What I mean by depression in my own case is that depression isn't just the blues. It's not just like I have a hangover in the weekend ... the girl didn't show up or something like that. It isn't that. It's not really depression, it's a kind of mental violence which stops you from functioning properly from one moment to the next. You lose something somewhere and suddenly you're gripped by a kind of angst of the heart and of the spirit.

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

My heart and the elevator, a plummet inside a plummet.

I don't say anything and I feel awful. I tell somebody and I feel worse. I'm having trouble finding a middle ground.