Samuel Beckett Quotes
I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.
Samuel Beckett
Quotes to Explore
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I struggle if I have chaos around me, but at the same time, if I don't have it, I'm uncomfortable. It's a strange thing: If I don't have chaos, I create it.
Sam Taylor-Wood
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You're not a historian, but most historians will tell you that they make very discrete judgment as to what facts to omit in order to make their book into some shape, some length that can be managed.
Oliver Stone
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I can create institutions, but I can't rewrite the chips in people's heads.
Paddy Ashdown
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Words aren't very good at describing complicated, strange visual things. You can try, and the reader will have some sort of image in their mind, but words aren't good at that.
Yann Martel
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We need to ask who is the enemy, and the enemies are terrorists.
Zbigniew Brzezinski
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I'm not really a piano player, but I play enough to get away with it.
Sam Hunt
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Happiness may be difficult to obtain. The obstacles are not primarily financial.
Alain de Botton
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You have to make mistakes to get better. I used to make a mistake, and I kind of get down on myself. And now I make a mistake, and I go, 'Okay, did you learn from this? Did you stick to the facts, and did you stick with the logic? Did you have the analytics?'
John Schnatter
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If you wish to understand what Revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to understand what Progress is, call it Tomorrow.
Victor Hugo
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The worker must work for the glory of his handiwork, not simply for pay; the thinker must think for truth, not for fame.
W. E. B. Du Bois
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For eight years, it did not matter how balanced President Obama was. It did not matter how educated he was or how intelligent he was. Nothing was ever good enough for his opponents. It was clear that he could not win. It was clear that, no matter what he did, in their eyes, he could not win.
Chelsea Manning
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I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.
Samuel Beckett