The more people I meet the happier I become.

I asked her to look at me and after a few moments – (pause) – after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to...

VLADIMIR: (after a moment of bewilderment). We’ll see when the time comes. (Pause.) I was saying that things have changed here since yesterday.ESTRAGON: Everything oozes.VLADIMIR: Look at the tree.ESTRAGON: It’s never the same pus from...

As it is with the love of the body, so with the friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to the most retired places.

All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

Gimdyti apsižergus kapą ir kančiose gimti. Duobėje duobkasys svajingai tvarkosi įrankius. Lieka laiko susenti. Ore skamba mūsų riksmai.

I can’t go on, I’ll go on.

If you do not love me I shall not be loved. If I do not love you I shall not love.

VLADIMIR: Moron!ESTRAGON: Vermin!VLADIMIR: Abortion!ESTRAGON: Morpion!VLADIMIR: Sewer-rat!ESTRAGON: Curate!VLADIMIR: Cretin!ESTRAGON: (with finality). Crritic!VLADIMIR: Oh!He wilts, vanquished, and turns away.

The only sin is the sin of being born

I happened to look up and there it was. All over and done with, at last. I sat on for a few moments with the ball in my hand and the dog yelping and pawing...

Memory and Habit are attributes of the Time cancer. They control the most simple Proustian episode, and an understanding of their mechanism must precede any particular analysis of their application.

Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding...

Curiosity is the hair of our habit tending to stand on end. It rarely happens that our attention is not stained in greater or lesser degree by this animal element.

You’re on Earth. There’s no cure for that.

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...

Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn’t enough for you.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.

there is […]a last even of last times of sayingif you do not love me I shall not be lovedif I do not love you I shall not love

Ah earth you old extinguisher.

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

There he is then, the unfortunate brute, quite miserable because of me, for whom there is nothing to be done, and he so anxious to help, so used to giving orders and to being obeyed....

In order to be company he must display a certain mental activity. But it need not be of a high order. Indeed it might be argued the lower the better. Up to a point. The...

The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.

I don’t know: perhaps it’s a dream, all a dream. (That would surprise me.) I’ll wake, in the silence, and never sleep again. (It will be I?) Or dream (dream again), dream of a silence,...

Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.

I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all.

Dying for dark – the darker the worse. Strange.

When I penetrate into that house, if I ever do, it will be to go on turning, faster and faster, more and more convulsive, like a constipated dog, or one suffering from worms, overturning furniture,...

To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.

The fact would seem to be, if in my situation one may speak of facts, not only that I shall have to speak of things of which I cannot speak, but also, which is even...

I was out of sorts. They are deep, my sorts, a deep ditch, and I am not often out of them.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

I’m all these words, all these strangers, this dust of words, with no ground for their settling, no sky for their dispersing, coming together to say, fleeing one another to say, that I am they,...

VLADIMIR: Dance, hog!

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness.

they comedifferent and the samewith each it is different and the samewith each the absence of love is differentwith each the absence of love is the same

I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.

To be always what I am – and so changed from what I was.

We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?

Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head.

Astride of a grave and a difficult birth.Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps.We have time to grow old.The air is full of our cries.But habit is a great deadener.At...

POZZO:I am blind.(Silence.)ESTRAGON:Perhaps he can see into the future.

Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.

She was willing a little bit of sweated labour, incapable of betraying the slogan of her slavers, that since the customer or sucker was paying for his gutrot ten times what it cost to produce...

But even them, my pains, I understand ill. That must come from my not being all pain and nothing else. There’s the rub. Then they recede, or I, till they fill me with amaze and...

(Looking at the tree) Pity we haven’t got a bit of rope.