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 get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in.
Samuel BeckettRead
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
Interpretation
Everyone has their own burdens to bear throughout life, often unnoticed and unappreciated.
This quote by Samuel Beckett highlights the universal nature of suffering and individual struggles. It suggests that each person carries their own 'little cross' β a metaphor for personal challenges or hardships β which may go unseen by others and ultimately fade into oblivion after death. The somber tone reflects on the transient nature of life and the often overlooked pains we endure.
In practice
In a discussion about the hidden struggles of mental health, this quote could emphasize the importance of empathy.
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 get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in.
Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful.
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming.
I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.
We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.
Little more can reasonably be aimed at with respect to the people at large than to have them properly armed.
We ask only that the law shall work alike on all men.
What we see in the outer is but a reflection of the inner, because we surround ourselves with a picture of our own beliefs. In other words, we manifest in general what we seriously think and believe. So if we want to find out what our habitual thinking is like, we have but to look around us and ask ourselves what we really see.
Fate's arrow, when expected, travels slow.
When there are no gas chambers, no barbed wire, and no concentration camps, many don't recognize the perpetration of new genocides and other targeted mass atrocity crimes because they may not look the same.
An awareness of death encourages us to live more intensely.
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