Waiting For Godot Quotes

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

Let's go." "We can't." "Why not?" "We're waiting for Godot.

Estragon: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist? Vladimir: Yes, yes, we're magicians.

Je suis comme ça. Ou j'oublie tout de suite ou je n'oublie jamais." Samuel BECKETT, En attendant Godot I'm like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.

Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful.

Vladimir: Did I ever leave you? Estragon: You let me go.

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

That's how it is on this bitch of an earth.

ESTRAGON: I can't go on like this. VLADIMIR: That's what you think.

VLADIMIR: What do they say? ESTRAGON: They talk about their lives. VLADIMIR: To have lived is not enough for them. ESTRAGON: They have to talk about it.

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

Estragon: I'm like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.

Estragon: People are bloody ignorant apes.

Vladimir: I don't understand. Estragon: Use your intelligence, can't you? Vladimir uses his intelligence. Vladimir: (finally) I remain in the dark.

ESTRAGON: Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me! VLADIMIR: Did I ever leave you? ESTRAGON: You let me go.

To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.

Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we personally are needed. Others would meet the case equally well, if not better. To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for one the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us! What do you say? It is true that when with folded arms we weigh the pros and cons we are no less a credit to our species. The tiger bounds to the help of his congeners without the least reflexion, or else he slinks away into the depths of the thickets. But that is not the question. What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come --

There's no lack of void.

Estragon: Nothing to be done.

POZZO: I am blind. (Silence.) ESTRAGON: Perhaps he can see into the future.

Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we'll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you? They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

There is man in his entirety, blaming his shoe when his foot is guilty.

We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?

Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection.

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors.

I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.

[Waiting for Godot] has achieved a theoretical impossibility—a play in which nothing happens, that yet keeps audiences glued to their seats. What's more, since the second act is a subtly different reprise of the first, he has written a play in which nothing happens, twice.

We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.

Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today? That with Estragon my friend, at this place, until the fall of night, I waited for Godot?

The essential doesn't change.

Pozzo: I don't seem to be able...(long hesitation) to depart. Estragon: Such is life.

Vladimir: That passed the time. Estragon: It would have passed in any case. Vladimir: Yes, but not so rapidly.

We wait. We are bored. (He throws up his hand.) No, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste. Come, let's get to work! (He advances towards the heap, stops in his stride.) In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone more, in the midst of nothingness!

ESTRAGON What am I to say? VLADIMIR Say, I am happy. ESTRAGON I am happy. VLADIMIR So am I. ESTRAGON So am I. VLADIMIR We are happy. ESTRAGON We are happy. (Silence.) What do we do now, now that we are happy?

Estragon: Suppose we repented. Vladimir: Repented what? Estragon: Oh...(He reflects.) We wouldn’t have to go into the details. Vladimir: Our being born?

Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today? That with Estragon my friend, at this place, until the fall of night, I waited for Godot? That Pozzo passed, with his carrier, and that he spoke to us? Probably. But in all that what truth will there be? He'll know nothing. He'll tell me about the blows he received and I'll give him a carrot. (pause) Astride of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps. We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener. At me too someone is looking, of me too someone is saying, He is sleeping, he knows nothing, let him sleep on. (Pause.) I can't go on! (Pause.) What have I said?

estragon: we lost our rights? vladimir: we got rid of them.

(Looking at the tree) Pity we haven't got a bit of rope.

VLADIMIR: Well? Shall we go? ESTRAGON: Yes, let's go. They do not move.

Who am I to tell my private nightmares to if I can’t tell them to you?

ESTRAGON: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist? VLADIMIR: (impatiently). Yes, yes, we’re magicians. But let us persevere in what we have resolved, before we forget.

All I know is that the hours are long... and constrain us to beguile them with proceedings which ... may at first sight seem reasonable, until they become a habit.

In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone once more, in the midst of nothingness.

لم نولد لنكون على الطريق نفسه.

Astride of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps. We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener. At me too someone is looking, of me too someone is saying, He is sleeping, he knows nothing. Let him sleep on.

How is it that of the four Evangelists only one speaks of a thief being save. The four of them were there-or therabouts-and only one speaks of a thief being saved.

لكن فكر فكر ، انت على الأرض ولاعلاج لذلك

لا شيء ينقضي، لا أحد يأتي، لا أحد يذهب، هذا رهيب.

Will night never come?

From the meanest creature one departs wiser, richer, more conscious of one's blessings.

Let us not waste our time in idle discourse! Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed….To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!

To every man his little cross. (He sighs.) Till he dies. (Afterthought.) And is forgotten.

On trouve toujours quelque chose, hein, Didi, pour nous donner l'impression d'exister?

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. Let us not speak well of it either. Let us not speak of it at all. It is true the population has increased.

Vladimir: What do we do now? Estragon: Wait. Vladimir: Yes, but while waiting. Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection. Estragon: (highly excited). An erection! Vladimir: With all that follows. Where it falls mandrakes grow. That's why they shriek when you pull them up. Did you not know that? Estragon: Let's hang ourselves immediately!

We should turn resolutely towards Nature.

ESTRAGON: Do you think God sees me? VLADIMIR: You must close your eyes. Estragon closes his eyes, staggers worse. ESTRAGON: (stopping, brandishing his fists, at the top of his voice.) God have pity on me! VLADIMIR: (vexed). And me? ESTRAGON: On me! On me! Pity! On me!

VLADIMIR: Moron! ESTRAGON: Vermin! VLADIMIR: Abortion! ESTRAGON: Morpion! VLADIMIR: Sewer-rat! ESTRAGON: Curate! VLADIMIR: Cretin! ESTRAGON: (with finality). Crritic! VLADIMIR: Oh! He wilts, vanquished, and turns away.

ESTRAGON: In the meantime let us try and converse calmly, since we are incapable of keeping silent. VLADIMIR: You're right, we're inexhaustible. ESTRAGON: It's so we won't think. VLADIMIR: We have that excuse. ESTRAGON: It's so we won't hear. VLADIMIR: We have our reasons. ESTRAGON: All the dead voices.

The more people I meet the happier I become.

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. Let us not speak well of it either. Let us not speak of it at all. (Pause. Judiciously.) (It is true the population has increased.

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

Why will you never let me sleep?" "I felt lonely".

ولادیمیر: ... ولی ما سر قرارمون موندیم، و این دیگه آخرشه. ما قدیس نیستیم، ولی سر قرارمون ایستادیم. چند نفر می تونند این قدر به خودشون ببالند؟ استراگون: میلیون ها نفر.

Estragon: I remember the maps of the Holy Land. Coloured they were. Very pretty. The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made me thirsty. That's where we'll go, I used to say, that's where we'll go for our honeymoon. We'll swim. We'll be happy.

Let's hang ourselves immediately!

VLADIMIR: Well? What do we do? ESTRAGON: Don't let's do anything. It's safer.

Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaquaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged into torment plunged into fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a result of the labors left unfinished

People are bloody ignorant apes.

It's not nice of you, Didi. Who am I to tell my private nightmares to if I can't tell them to you?

O que estamos fazendo aqui, essa é a questão. E nessa imensa confusão Uma coisa é clara: Estamos esperando Godot!

E: Well, shall we go? V: Yes, let's go. (They do not move)

Je suis comme ça. Ou j'oublie tout de suite ou je n'oublie jamais

VLADIMIR: (after a moment of bewilderment). We'll see when the time comes. (Pause.) I was saying that things have changed here since yesterday. ESTRAGON: Everything oozes. VLADIMIR: Look at the tree. ESTRAGON: It's never the same pus from one second to the next. VLADIMIR: The tree, look at the tree. Estragon looks at the tree. ESTRAGON: Was it not there yesterday? VLADIMIR: Yes of course it was there. Do you not remember? We nearly hanged ourselves from it. But you wouldn't. Do you not remember? ESTRAGON: You dreamt it. VLADIMIR: Is it possible you've forgotten already? ESTRAGON: That's the way I am. Either I forget immediately or I never forget.

He imagines that when I see him indefatigable I'll regret my decision. Such is his miserable scheme. As though I were short of slaves!

Vladimir: 'It's the start that's difficult.' Estragon: 'You can start from anything.' Vladimir: 'Yes, but you have to decide.

Nothing to be done.

Gimdyti apsižergus kapą ir kančiose gimti. Duobėje duobkasys svajingai tvarkosi įrankius. Lieka laiko susenti. Ore skamba mūsų riksmai.

نولد جميعا مجانين. ويظل البعض كذلك

ESTRAGON: Use your intelligence, can’t you? Vladimir uses his intelligence. VLADIMIR: (finally). I remain in the dark.

My Halloween costume is Godot. I'm not showing up at the party, just texting the host every 10 minutes that I'm on my way.

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

I suppose we blathered.

Vladimir: Now? ... (Joyous.) There you are again... (Indifferent.) There we are again... (Gloomy.) There I am again.

In regard to absurdism, Samuel Beckett is sometimes considered to be the epitome of the postmodern artist … In fact, he is the aesthetic reductio ad absurdum of absurdism: no longer whistling in the dark, after waiting for Godot, he is trying to be radically silent, wordless in the dark.

Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we personally are needed. Others would meet the case equally well, if not better. To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for one the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us! What do you say? It is true that when with folded arms we weigh the pros and cons we are no less a credit to our species. The tiger bounds to the help of his congeners without the least reflexion, or else he slinks away into the depths of the thickets. But that is not the question. What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come --

We always find something, eh, to give us the impression we exist.

What do you do when you fall far from help?

V: After having sucked all the good out of him you duck him away like a... like a banana skin.

the real heroes of the Wish Factory are the young men and women who wait like Vladimir and Estragon wait for Godot and good Christian girls wait for marriage.

I have been against all that is ascetic; even that word was not known to me in those days, but I could smell something foul. You know I am allergic to all kinds of self-torture. I want every human being to live to the fullest; minimum is not my way. Live to the maximum, or if you can go beyond the maximum, then fantastic. Go! Don’t wait! And don’t waste time waiting for Godot …

Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed....To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!

Dünyadaki gözyaşı miktarı sabittir. Ağlamaya başlayan biri için, bir yerlerde bir başkası keser ağlamayı. Aynı şey gülmek için de geçerlidir. (Güler.) Bizim kuşak için kötü şeyler söylemeyelim öyleyse, önceki kuşaklardan daha bedbaht değiliz çünkü.

POZZO: I woke up one fine day as blind as Fortune. Sometimes I wonder if I'm not still asleep. VLADIMIR: And when was that? POZZO: I don't know. VLADIMIR: But no later than yesterday— POZZO: Don't question me! The blind have no notion of time . The things of time are hidden from them too. VLADIMIR: Well just fancy that! I could have sworn it was just the opposite.

Lucky's monologue: "(...)the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts peniciline and succedanea in a word(...)

Vladimir:-Cuando uno piensa, oye. Estragon:-Cierto. Vladimir:-Y eso impide reflexionar. Estragon:-Claro. Vladimir:-Impide pensar. Estragon:-De todos modos se piensa. Vladimir:-¡Qué va!, resulta imposible. Estragon:-Eso es, contradigámonos. Vladimir: Imposible. Estragon:-¿Tú crees? Vladimir:-Ya no nos arriesgamos a pensar. Estragon:-Entonces, ¿De qué nos lamentamos?

POZZO: Non piange più. (A Estragone) In un certo senso l'ha sostituito lei. (Pensieroso) Le lacrime del mondo sono immutabili. Non appena qualcuno si mette a piangere, qualcun altro, chissà dove, smette. E così per il riso. (Ride) Non diciamo troppo male, perciò, della nostra epoca; non è più disgraziata delle precedenti. (Pausa) Ma non diciamone neanche troppo bene. (Pausa) Non parliamone affatto. (Pausa) È vero, però, che la popolazione è aumentata.

Estragon:-¿Cuál es nuestro papel en este asunto? Vladimir:-¿Nuestro papel? Estragon:-Tómate tiempo. Vladimir:-¿Nuestro papel? El del suplicante. Estragon:-¿Hasta este extremo? Vladimir: ¿El señor tiene exigencias que hacer valer? Estragon:-¿Ya no tenemos derechos? (Risa de Vladimir, quien se reprime como antes. Mismos gestos, salvo la sonrisa) Vladimir:-Me harías reír si me estuviera permitido. Estragon:-¿Los hemos perdido? Vladimir (con claridad):-Los hemos vendido.

¿Habré estado durmiendo mientras los otros sufrían? ¿Estaré durmiendo en este momento? ¿Qué diré mañana, cuando crea despertar, de este día? ¿Que he esperado a Godot, en este lugar, con mi amigo Estragón, hasta la caída de la noche? ¿Que ha pasado Pozzo, con su porteador, y que nos ha hablado? Sin duda. Pero, en todo esto, ¿qué habrá de verdad? (Estragón, que ha insistido vanamente en descalzarse, se ha vuelto a adormilar. Vladimir lo mira.) El no sabrá nada. Hablará de los golpes recibidos y yo le daré una zanahoria. (Pausa) A caballo sobre una tumba y un parto difícil. Desde el fondo del agujero, ensoñadoramente, el sepulturero prepara sus herramientas. Hay tiempo para envejecer. El aire está lleno de nuestros gritos. (Escucha.) Pero la costumbre los acallia. (Mira a Estragón.) A mí también me mira otro, diciéndose: «Duerme y no sabe que duerme.» (Pausa.) No puedo continuar. (Pausa.) ¿Qué he dicho?

استراگون: ... بیا بریم. ولادیمیر: نمی تونیم. استراگون: چرا؟ ولادیمیر: در انتظار گودو ایم. استراگون: (نومید) آه! (مکث) مطمئنی همین جا بود؟ ولادیمیر: چی؟ استراگون: جایی که باید منتظر باشیم. ولادیمیر: گفت کنار درخت. (به درخت نگاه می کنند) هیچ درخت دیگه یی می بینی؟ استراگون: این چیه؟ ولادیمیر: نمی دونم. یه درخت بید. استراگون: پس برگ هاش کجان؟ ولادیمیر: حتمن خشکیدن. استراگون: پس حالا مجنون نیست. ولادیمیر: شایدم فصلش نیست. استراگون: به نظرم بیشتر شبیه یه بوته ست. ولادیمیر: یه درختچه. استراگون: یه بوته. ولادیمیر: اَ...... به چی کنایه می زنی؟ به این که عوضی اومدیم؟ استراگون: باید الان این جا باشه. ولادیمیر: نگفت که حتمن می آد. استراگون: و اگه نیاد؟ ولادیمیر: فردا برمی گردیم. استراگون: و بعدش پس فردا. ولادیمیر: احتمالن. استراگون: و همین طور. ولادیمیر: و این قضیه هست... استراگون: تا اون بیاد. ... استراگون : به من دست نزن ! از من سوال نکن ! با من حرف نزن ! پیشم بمون ! ولادیمیر : هیچ وقت از پیشت رفتم ؟ استراگون : تو گذاشتی من برم ... بیا وقتمان را با این بحث های بیهوده تلف نکنیم! (مکث، با حرارت) بیا تا فرصت هست کاری بکنیم! هر روز به وجود ما احتیاج نیست! در واقع مشخصاً به وجود ما احتیاجی نیست... بیا برای یکبار هم که شده، به بهترین وجهی، نماینده ی این نژاد متعفنی باشیم که تقدیری ظالمانه ما را بهش منتسب کرده...ببرها برای کمک به همنوعانشان یا بدون کوچکترین مکثی هجوم می برند و یا این که به اعماق بیشه فرار می کنند. اما مساله این نیست. این که ما اینجا چکار می کنیم، مساله این است و خوشبختی ما هم در این است که اتفاقاً جواب این را می دانیم. بله در این اوضاع کاملاً مغشوش فقط یک چیز مسلّم است. این که ما منتظر گودو هستیم تا بیاد... ولادیمیر: اگه فکر می‌کنی بهتره، می‌تونیم از هم جدا بشیم. استراگون: حالا دیگه خیلی دیره. سکوت ولادیمیر: آره حالا خیلی دیره. سکوت استراگون: خب، بریم؟ ولادیمیر: آره، بریم. حرکت نمی‌کنند. در انتظار گودو - ساموئل بکت