Samuel Beckett citáty

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„Nic není opravdovější než nic.“

„Co tvrdím, popírám, zpochybňuji, mohu v tuto chvíli ještě udělat.“

„Říkat znamená vymýšlet. Špatně, velmi správně špatně.“

„Ten, co prchal před smrtí, klid duše své nalezl až v ní.“

„Naším prvotním hříchem je naše narození.“

„Vždycky jsem měl pocit, že mám v sobě zavražděnou bytost. Zavražděnou ještě před mým narozením. Bylo na mě, abych našel toho zavražděného, abych se pokusil jej znova přivést k životu.“

„Ze špatných životních cest si zvol tu nejjednoduší.“

„Jak ten čas letí, když je sranda.“

„Nejdřív tanči, přemýšlej později. Tak je to přirozené.“

„Všichni se rodíme jako cvoci. Některejm to zůstane.“

„Nic není grotesknějšího než tragičnost.“

„Nemůžu dál. Jdu dál.“

„Jen když budu vědět, že teoreticky mě můžeš poslouchat, i když prakticky mě neposloucháš.“

„Obnovit ticho je role objektů.“

„Jste na Zemi. Na to se léku nedohledáte.“

„Já vám ty vaše časy pomíchám, vy sviňáci vašeho času.“

„Kdo dokáže více, dokáže i méně.“

„Kdybych Godotem myslel Boha, řekl bych Bůh, a ne Godot.“

„Hamm: V mé hlavě něco kape.
Srdce - srdce v mé hlavě.“

„Psát francouzsky znamená větší tvůrčí soustředění na stručnost a přesnost výrazu.“

„Někdy se stane a bude se stávat, že zapomenu, kdo jsem, a vzpřímeně stojím před mýma očima, jako cizinec.“

„Zpěv musí vycházet ze srdce.“

„Ale úroveň, úroveň musíš mít, když ti jde o hubu.“

“The expression that there is nothing to express, nothing with which to express, nothing from which to express, no power to express, no desire to express, together with the obligation to express.”

“I grow gnomic. It is the last phase.”

“It sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger.”

“To know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of the incurious seeker.”

“In me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.”

“To think that in a moment all will be said, all to do again.”

“It’s to me this evening something has to happen, to my body as in myth and metamorphosis, this old body to which nothing ever happened, or so little, which never met with anything, wished for anything, in its tarnished universe, except for the mirrors to shatter, the plane, the curved, the magnifying, the minifying, and to vanish in the havoc of its images.”

“Bid us sigh on from day to day,
And wish and wish the soul away,
Till youth and genial years are flown,
And all the life of life is gone.”

“This place, if I could describe this place, no place around me, there’s no end to me, I don’t know what it is, it isn’t flesh, it doesn’t end, it’s like air…”

“Spend the years of learning squandering
Courage for the years of wandering
Through a world politely turning
From the loutishness of learning.”

“He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.”

“There is something … more important in life than punctuality, and that is decorum.”

“Consider: the darkening ease, the brightening trouble; the pleasure pleasure because it was, the pain pain because it shall be; the glad acts grown proud, the proud acts growing stubborn; the panting and trembling towards a being gone, a being to come; and the true true no longer, and the false true not yet. And to decide not to smile after all, sitting in the shade, hearing the cicadas, wishing it were night, wishing it were morning, saying, No, it is not the heart, no, it is not the liver, no, it is not the prostate, no, it is not the ovaries, no, it is muscular, it is nervous.”

“To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.”

“I have always been amazed at my contemporaries’ lack of finesse, I whose soul writhed from morning to night, in the mere quest of itself.”

“Ah if only this voice could stop, this meaningless voice which prevents you from being nothing, just barely prevents you from being nothing and nowhere, just enough to keep alight this little yellow flame feebly darting from side to side, panting, as if straining to tear itself from its wick, it should never have been lit, or it should never have been fed, or it should have been put out, put out, it should have been let go out.”

“Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.”

“The fact is, it seems, that the most you can hope is to be a little less, in the end, the creature you were in the beginning, and the middle.”

“All this business of a labour to accomplish, before I can end, of words to say, a truth to recover, in order to say it, before I can end, of an imposed task, once known, long neglected, finally forgotten, to perform, before I can be done with speaking, done with listening, I invented it all, in the hope it would console me, help me to go on, allow me to think of myself as somewhere on a road, moving, between a beginning and an end, gaining ground, losing ground, getting lost, but somehow in the long run making headway.”

“I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.”

“These things I say, and shall say, if I can, are no longer, or are not yet, or never were, or never will be, or if they were, if they are, if they will be, were not here, are not here, will not be here, but elsewhere.”

“Krapp: Ah finish your booze now and get to your bed. Go on with this drivel in the morning. Or leave it at that. (Pause.) Leave it at that.”

“I felt weak, perhaps I was.”

“All I say cancels out, I’ll have said nothing.”

“And once again I am I will not say alone, no, that's not like me, but, how shall I say, I don't know, restored to myself, no, I never left myself, free, yes, I don't know what that means but it's the word I mean to use, free to do what, to do nothing, to know, but what, the laws of the mind perhaps, of my mind, that for example water rises in proportion as it drowns you and that 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 is, senseless, speechless, issueless misery.”

“It means what it says.”

“The essential is to go on squirming forever at the end of the line, as long as there are waters and banks and ravening in heaven a sporting god to plague his creatures, per pro his chosen shits.”

“The confusion is not my invention. We cannot listen to a conversation for five minutes without being acutely aware of the confusion. It is all around us and our only chance now is to let it in.”

“Birth was the death of him.”