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
Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the struggle of existence and the need to continue despite uncertainty and despair.
In this quote, Samuel Beckett articulates the profound sense of confusion and existential crisis that can accompany life. It speaks to the inherent uncertainty of our circumstances, as well as the paradox of feeling unable to continue yet feeling compelled to persevere, highlighting the resilience of the human spirit in the face of despair and ambiguity.
In practice
During a motivational speech about overcoming life's challenges and uncertainties.
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.
Memory never recaptures reality. Memory reconstructs. All reconstructions change the original, becoming external frames of reference that inevitably fall short.
Never ask while you are doing it if what you are doing is fun. Don't introduce even your most reliably witty acquaintance as someone who will set the table on a roar.
My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.
The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. It was a place of whites and blacks and greys. White towers and white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, the dark grey sky above. A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here. Yet she stepped out all the same.
The absence of the will to live is, alas, not sufficient to make one want to die.
What shall we think of a well-adjusted slave?
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