What did Samuel Beckett mean by: Clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland Copy
+ I am such a good man, at bottom, such a good man, how is it that nobody ever noticed it? Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Samuel Beckett, Identity, Recognition, Self-awareness, 0 Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ Habit is a great deadener. Author, October 22, 2023January 2, 2025, Samuel Beckett, Conformity, Routine, Stagnation, 0 Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ What is that unforgettable line? Author, October 10, 2023January 2, 2025, Samuel Beckett, Identity, Memory, Significance, 0 Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ We are all born; some remain so. Author, June 7, 2023January 2, 2025, Samuel Beckett, Birth, Growth, Identity, 0 Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ All has not been said and never will be. Author, October 11, 2023January 2, 2025, Samuel Beckett, Communication, Infinite, Limitations, 0 Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea. Author, August 26, 2023January 2, 2025, Samuel Beckett, Mind, Sea, 0 Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn’t enough for you. Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Samuel Beckett, Regret, Repetition, Suffering, 0 Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It’s awful. Author, June 2, 2023January 2, 2025, Samuel Beckett, Despair, Isolation, Stagnation, 0 Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
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