#beckett

The first play I saw was a Samuel Beckett play which was great. ↗

— Val Kilmer

#first #great #i #play #samuel

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

— Samuel Beckett

#krapp #life #misery #play #life

That's who he was—not who he is now—and it sounds like you need to decide if you can deal with what he used to do. ↗

— Georgia Cates

#addison-donavon #beauty-from-surrender #beauty-series #georgia-cates #laurelyn-prescott

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

Look, she said stooping over her breasts, the haloes are darkening already. I summoned up my remaining strength and said, Abort, abort and they'll blush like new. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#love

No you don't," he said. "The corpses can wait." I wasn't sure if he was referring to me or the screen. I would've asked him to clarify but, Jack's lips were suddenly very busy moving against Nikki's. I resisted the urge to dry-heave and looked up at the sky, the trees, the buses anywhere that wouldn't trigger the upchuck reflex. Jack needed to learn some manners. Damn epic love. ↗

— Brodi Ashton

#epic-love #jack-caputo #nikki-beckett #love

que ferais-je sans ce monde que ferais-je sans ce monde sans visage sans questions où être ne dure qu'un instant où chaque instant verse dans le vide dans l'oubli d'avoir été sans cette onde où à la fin corps et ombre ensemble s'engloutissent que ferais-je sans ce silence gouffre des murmures haletant furieux vers le secours vers l'amour sans ce ciel qui s'élève sur la poussieère de ses lests que ferais-je je ferais comme hier comme aujourd'hui regardant par mon hublot si je ne suis pas seul à errer et à virer loin de toute vie dans un espace pantin sans voix parmi les voix enfermées avec moi what would I do without this world what would I do without this world faceless incurious where to be lasts but an instant where every instant spills in the void the ignorance of having been without this wave where in the end body and shadow together are engulfed what would I do without this silence where the murmurs die the pantings the frenzies towards succour towards love without this sky that soars above its ballast dust what would I do what I did yesterday and the day before peering out of my deadlight looking for another wandering like me eddying far from all the living in a convulsive space among the voices voiceless that throng my hiddenness ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#french #poems #love

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

— Samuel Beckett

#happy-days #change

Stay with me, Becks. Dream of me. I am ever yours. ↗

— Brodi Ashton

#nikki-beckett #dreams