#beckett

She dragged me across the floor, stopping from time to time only to kick me. I didn't know our cows too could be so inhuman. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#cow #first-love #love

This is it, Beck. This is the hardest part of loving someone: not being with them when you want to be. It's so bad you can taste it. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#eve #love #love

Poor Willie - running out - ah well - can't be helped - just one of those old things - another of those old things - just can't be cured - cannot be cured - ah yes - poor dear Willie - good Lord! - good God! - ah well - no worse - no better, no worse - no change - no pain - hardly any - great thing that - nothing like it - pure ... what? - what? - ah yes - poor Willie - no zest - for anything - no interest - in life - poor dear Willie - sleep for ever - marvellous gift - in my opinion - always said so - wish I had it ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#change

So I'm sitting in that damn chair, ready to die, and I say to her, 'You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I'm so damn glad you're going to kill me instead of some brainless, toothless druggie." Beckett smiled again at the memory of his almost-murder. "Then she traded the knife for her lips, and now she works for me." Beckett put his hands behind his head and flexed his giant biceps. "She won't tell me who hired her to come here. She's the deadliest person I've ever encountered. I still think she might kill me, but I can't stop looking at her. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#debra-anastasia #homeless #poughkeepsie #beauty

As Beckett said, it's not enough to die, one has to be forgotten as well. ↗

— John Hurt

#die #enough #forgotten #said #well

The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#disgust #love #murphy #samuel-beckett #love

How do you manage it, she said, at your age? I told her I'd been saving up for her all my life. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#krapp #life #love #play #relationship

Beckett's probably the hardest man there is to love," Blake said. "He does life wrong for all the right reasons. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#blake #debra-anastasia #poughkeepsie #life

Ada: And why life? (Pause.) Why life, Henry? (Pause.) Is there anyone about? Henry: Not a living soul. Ada: I thought as much. (Pause.) When we longed to have it to ourselves there was always someone. Now that it does not matter the place is deserted. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#embers #love #play #relationship #soul

And even my sense of identity was wrapped in a namelessness often hard to penetrate, as we have just seen I think…Yes, even then, when already all was fading, waves and particles, there could be no things but nameless things, no names but thingless names. I say that now, but after all what do I know now about then, now when the icy words hail down upon me, the icy meanings, and the world dies too, foully named. All I know is what the words know, and the dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning, a middle and an end as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead. And truly it little matters what I say, this or that or any other thing. Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong. You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and long forgotten, life without tears, as it is wept. To hell with it anyway. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#samuel-beckett #life