Malone Dies Quotes

“Nothing is more real than nothing.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“let us say before i go any further, that i forgive nobody. i wish them all an atrocious life in the fires of icy hell and in the execrable generations to come.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“إني لا أغفر لأحد . وأتمنى للجميع حياة آثمة ، ثم نار جهنم وصقيعها . حتى يخرج اسم شريف من الأجيال اللعينة.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“بجدية كافحت لأكون جاداً أكثر ، أن أعيش وأبدع . ولكن عند كل محاوله جديدة أفقد عقلي ، أهرب إلى ظلالي كما يهرب الفرد إلى المعبد .”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“أرى الحياة دون أن أعرف ما هي ، حاولت أن أعيش دون أن أعرف ما أفعله أو أحاول أن أفعله ..”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“لو استطعت استخدام جسدي لألقيت به من النافذه ، معرفتي بعجزي هي التي تشجعني على مثل هذا التفكير .”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“: هذا النوع من الأغراء لا أريده الآن . إن حاجتي لجمال الحياة قد انتهت . واستطيع أن أموت اليوم إذا رغبت بمجرد مجهود صغير .”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“I have spoken softly, gone my ways softly, all my days, as behoves one who has nothing to say, nowhere to go, and so nothing to gain by being seen or heard.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“Live and invent. I have tried. I must have tried. Invent. It is not the word. Neither is to live. No matter. I have tried. [...] I say living without knowing what it is. I tried to live without knowing what I was trying. Perhaps I have lived afterall, without knowing.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“ماذا علي أن أفعل؟ أرقب النافذه ،أطلق العنان لآلامي ، لعجزي،أغص،واسقط،أنهض،وأغص، وأفترض ،وأنكر، أؤكد وأغرق .أغادر نفسي بسرور أقل .”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“أستطيع أن أميز بين الأصوات الخارجية.أوراق الشجر،تأوه الجذوع.الأغصان،حتى الأعشاب،كل شجرة لها صيحتها الخاصة،ولا تتشابه شجرتان همسهما.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“I could die today, if I wished, merely by making a little effort, if I could wish, if I could make an effort. But it is just as well to let myself die, quietly, without rushing things. Something must have changed. I will not weigh upon the balance any more, one way or the other.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“في صغري كان الكبار يبعثون في نفسي التساؤل والرهبة ، وما يدهشني الآن هم الأطفال يبكون ويصرخون .”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying, I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am. Yes, a little creature, I shall try and make a little creature, to hold in my arms, a little creature in my image, no matter what I say. And seeing what a poor thing I have made, or how like myself, I shall eat it. Then be alone a long time, unhappy, not knowing what my prayer should be nor to whom.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“I shall not speak of my sufferings. Cowering deep down among them I feel nothing. It is there I die, unbeknown to my stupid flesh. That which is seen, that which cries and writhes, my witless remains. Somewhere in the turmoil thought struggles on, it too wide of the mark. It too seeks me, as it always has, where I am not to be found.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“في الظلام . صرير السرير جزء من حياتي لا أحب أن يختفي .”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“: أحس بالظلام القديم يتجمع ، والعزلة تستعد ، فيهما أعرف ذاتي ، ونداء المجهول النبيل ، شديد الجبن ، يجب أن أتجنب النظر إلى ذاتي .”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“You may say it is all in my head, and indeed sometimes it seems to me I am in a head and that these eight, no, six, these six planes that enclose me are of solid bone. But thence to conclude the head is mine, no, never.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“سأفتح عيني وأنظر إلى كومة ممتلكاتي الصغيرة ، وألقي الأوامر المعتادة إلى جسدي،وأنا أعرف لن يطيع ، أتحول إلى روحي المتجهه إلى الهلاك.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“الكلمات والصور تعربد مسرعة في رأسي وتندمج فتختلط مع أنفاسي.وحين أخرج أنفاسي تملأ الغرفة بضجيجها،مع إنه صدري لا يتحرك إلا كطفل نائم.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“لأتحدث عن الفترة أصبحت فيها سائلاً وتحولت إلى شيء كالوّحل . وبلا حزن مفرط لقد اعتدت على تحسس الأشياء وأنا جامد الحركة .”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“The search for myself is ended. I am buried in the world, I knew I would find my place there one day, the old world cloisters me, victorious. I am happy, I knew I would be happy one day. But I am not wise. For the wise thing now would be to let go, at this instant of happiness. And what do I do? I go back again to the light, to the fields I so longed to love, to the sky all astir with little white clouds as white and light as snowflakes, to the life I could never manage, through my own fault perhaps, through pride, or pettiness, but I don't think so.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“: ذاكرتي ضعيفة،ينزلق إصبعي الصغير أمام قلمي الرصاص عبر الصفحة يحذرني،يسقط على الحافة،منبئاً نهاية السطر قد اقتربت ،لكن في اتجاه آخر.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“Yes, now my mind is easy, I know the game is won, I lost them all till now, but it's the last that counts. A very fine achievement I must say, or rather would, if I did not fear to contradict myself. Fear to contradict myself! If this continues it is myself I shall lose and the thousand ways that lead there. And I shall resemble the wretches famed in fable, crushed beneath the weight of their wish come true. And I even feel a strange desire come over me, the desire to know what I am doing, and why. So I near the goal I set myself in my young days and which prevented me from living. And on the threshold of being no more I succeed in being another. Very pretty.”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

“كل كارثة تهددني ، بعد حمام الوحل سأكون أقدر على الصبر على عالم ما لم يلوثه وجودي .”
― Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies