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.
The massive bulk of the earth does indeed shrink to insignificance in comparison with the size of the heavens.
I have a photograph of myself when I was 2 years of age, and I don't recognize the person in the photograph. She doesn't look anything like me, and I can't find any trace of her in me physically. And yet I remember her very, very well - even her anxiety.
Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
People? People are chaotic quiddities living in one cave each. They pass the hours in amorous grudge and playback and thought experiment. At the campfire they put the usual fraction on exhibit, and listen to their own silent gibber about how they're feeling and how they're going down. We've been there. Death helps. Death gives us something to do. Because it's a fulltime job looking the other way.
I am not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own.
The truth of Zen, just a little bit of it, is what turns one's humdrum life, a life of monotonous, uninspiring commonplaceness, into one of art, full of genuine inner creativity.
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