Samuel Beckett Quotes

I screamed and cried, but no one ever came. No doubt it was in one of those scream-filled nights in which my strong singer lungs and my crazy voice were born.

Loneliness and hunger were my fortunes of creation.

She hates me and you hate me, but you all love Harry. Nobody loves me.

If I fell down and hurt myself, I never cried. There was no one to hear me.

I remember being a kid and praying in the hell of my house to have somebody love me and somebody that I could love.

When you want to die, you at least have a goal. You're aiming for something. It's not a good goal, but at least you want something. And you've got anger and fear, but at least you're feeling something.

The great thing about suicide is that it's not one of those things you have to do now or you lose your chance. I mean, you can always do it later.

Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!

I can't even say what my greatest fear is because I, I can't even imagine. Being without my family... I can't even say it because it makes me cry.

No one will ever feel sorry for me.

Here is the tragedy: when you are the victim of depression, not only do you feel utterly helpless and abandoned by the world, you also know that very few people can understand, or even begin to believe, that life can be this painful. There is nothing I can think of that is quite as isolating as this.

It smote me to the heart that I had found no one in all the world who loved me more than all others.

Neither God nor the Devil would take me in, so here I am.

Even close people left me - I was hurt by them and felt there was nobody who understands me, which made me fall apart.

I just kind of live in that world that everyone's upset with me. That's OK; I'll just go out and try and do what I do.

For me and Washington, it was like I was in a dark tunnel, and the light was really far away.

I know what it feels like to be broke and alone, and I don't ever want my loved ones to see that or know what it's like.

Many hotels, I just sat there and - I call it the silent scream - I don't know why, you just sit there, and tears will just come down, and you'll just sit there for hours, man. There's no place to turn, and when you do turn, who cares? You're just a dumb professional wrestler.

The best thing would be to break your neck, but you'd probably just break your leg and then you couldn't do a thing. You'd yell at the top of your lungs, but nobody;d hear you, and you couldn't expect anybody to find you, and you'd have centipedes and spiders crawling all over you, and the bones of the ones who died before are scattered all around you, and it's dark and soggy, and way overhead there's this tiny, tiny circle of light like a winter moon. You die there in this place, little by little, all by yourself.

My life used to be full of everything. Now if you aren't with me I haven't a thing in the world.

His whole being radiates a pure, wild sweetness, flitting through night woods with little melodious cries, on some cryptic errand. There is also an aura of doom and sadness about this trusting little creature. He has been abandoned many times over the centuries, left to die in cold city alleys, in hot noon vacant lots, pottery shards, nettles, crumbled mud walls. Many times he has cried for help in vain.

Do you understand, sir, do you understand what it means when you have absolutely nowhere to turn?" Marmeladov's question came suddenly into his mind "for every man must have somewhere to turn.

The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.

Love is a horse with a broken leg trying to stand while 45,000 people watch.

No one to hear, you might as well scream.