Samuel Beckett — People

At this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not.

Samuel Beckett

Two mismatched wooden chairs face each other with a red thread stretched between them on a dimly lit floor. — Original artwork

Don’t touch me! Don’t question me! Don’t speak to me! Stay with me!

Samuel Beckett

Given the existence ... of a personal God ... who ... loves us dearly ... it is established beyond all doubt ... that man ... wastes and pines ... for reasons unknown.

Samuel Beckett

How time flies when one has fun!

Samuel Beckett

Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awful.

Samuel Beckett

Nothing to be done.

Samuel Beckett

A small pale sculpted foot pokes out of a worn brown boot beside a curled leaf. — Original artwork

There’s man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.

Samuel Beckett

There’s no lack of void.

Samuel Beckett

A brass balance scale holds a clear glass droplet in one pan and a pale paper crescent in the other. — Original artwork

The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

Samuel Beckett

A glowing firefly above a small dark mound on an ink-blue hill. — Original artwork

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.

Samuel Beckett

We all are born mad. Some remain so.

Samuel Beckett

We’re waiting for Godot.

Samuel Beckett

We're waiting for Godot. Vladimir

Samuel Beckett

Painterly two mismatched empty wooden chairs on a bare country road beneath a grey sky. — Original artwork

What are we doing here, that is the question.

Samuel Beckett