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
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.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a yearning for a perfectly organized and peaceful existence.
In this reflection, Samuel Beckett reveals his desire for a world characterized by tranquility and order. The imagery of silence and stillness suggests a longing for a harmonious environment where everything is in its rightful place, free from chaos and disorder, which reflects deeper themes of existential peace and the human condition.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about minimalism and the importance of decluttering our lives.
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.
We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.
Vladimir: Did I ever leave you? Estragon: You let me go.
They can make no law which will not have its full operation on themselves and their friends, as well as on the great mass of the society.
For the beginning is assuredly the end- since we know nothing, pure and simple, beyond our own complexities.
Sometimes I wonder if the semi-conscious agenda of the media is to get between people and their souls. It is the the soul with its myriad tiny nerve endings that notices the neglected pathos, poignancy and practicality that lies at the heart of life. It's as if the media are somehow irritated and envious that anonymous people should have the quiet brilliance of their rich and sustainable inner lives.
I suffer from life and from other people. I canβt look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful β only then do I find myself and feel comforted.
Man's sin is in his failure to live what he is. Being the master of the earth, man forgets that he is the servant of God.
Free as air; that's what they say- "free as air". Now they bring me my air in an iron barrel.
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