Samuel Beckett citations

Samuel Barclay Beckett, né le 13 avril 1906 à Foxrock et mort le 22 décembre 1989 à Paris, est un écrivain, poète et dramaturge irlandais d'expression principalement française et anglaise, récipiendaire du prix Nobel de littérature en 1969.

Il est l'auteur de romans, tels que Molloy, Malone meurt et L'Innommable et de poésies en prose, mais il est surtout connu pour son œuvre théâtrale. Sa pièce de théâtre la plus célèbre est En attendant Godot, chef-d'œuvre du théâtre de l'absurde. Son œuvre est austère et minimaliste, ce qui est généralement interprété comme l'expression d'un profond pessimisme face à la condition humaine. Ce pessimisme n'exclut cependant pas l'humour, omniprésent chez l'auteur, l'un étant au service de l'autre, pris dans le cadre plus large d'une immense entreprise de dérision.

Avec le temps, il traite ces thèmes dans un style de plus en plus lapidaire, tendant à rendre sa langue de plus en plus concise et sèche. En 1969, il reçoit le prix Nobel de littérature pour « son œuvre, qui à travers un renouvellement des formes du roman et du théâtre, prend son élévation dans la destitution de l'homme moderne ». Wikipedia  

✵ 13. avril 1906 – 22. décembre 1989
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Oh les beaux jours
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L'Innommable
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Premier Amour
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Samuel Beckett citations célèbres

“Maximum de simplicité et de symétrie. Lumière aveuglante.”

Description du décor.
Oh les beaux jours, 1963

Samuel Beckett: Citations en anglais

“Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”

Samuel Beckett livre Worstward Ho

Worstward Ho (1983)
Variante: Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Contexte: All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

“I wish them all an atrocious life and then the fires and ice of hell and in the execrable generations to come an honoured name.”

Samuel Beckett livre Malone Dies

Malone Dies (1951)
Contexte: Let me say before I go any further that I forgive nobody. I wish them all an atrocious life and then the fires and ice of hell and in the execrable generations to come an honoured name.

“Some of this rubbish has come in handy on occasions, I don’t deny it, on occasions which would never have arisen if they had left me in peace. I use it still, to scratch my arse with.”

Samuel Beckett livre L'Innommable

The Unnamable (1954)
Contexte: What they were most determined for me to swallow was my fellow creatures. In this they were without mercy. I remember little or nothing of these lectures. I cannot have understood a great deal. But I seem to have retained certain descriptions, in spite of myself. They gave me courses on love, on intelligence, most precious, most precious. They also taught me to count, and even to reason. Some of this rubbish has come in handy on occasions, I don’t deny it, on occasions which would never have arisen if they had left me in peace. I use it still, to scratch my arse with.

“The only sin is the sin of being born.”

As quoted in "Samuel Beckett Talks About Beckett" by John Gruen, in Vogue, (December 1969), p. 210
Comparable to "The tragic figure represents the expiation of original sin, of the original and eternal sin of him and all his 'soci malorum,' the sin of having been born. 'Pues el delito mayor / Del hombre es haber nacido.'" from his essay Proust, quoting Pedro Calderón de la Barca's La vida es sueño (Life is a Dream).

“What I assert, deny, question, in the present, I still can.”

Samuel Beckett livre Molloy

Molloy (1951)
Contexte: What I assert, deny, question, in the present, I still can. But mostly I shall use the various tenses of the past. For mostly I do not know, it is perhaps no longer so, it is too soon to know, I simply do not know, perhaps shall never know.

“I do not feel like spending the rest of my life writing books that no one will read. It is not as though I wanted to write them.”

The Letters of Samuel Beckett 1929–1940 (2009), p. 362
Contexte: I think the next little bit of excitement is flying. I hope I am not too old to take it up seriously, nor too stupid about machines to qualify as a commercial pilot. I do not feel like spending the rest of my life writing books that no one will read. It is not as though I wanted to write them.

“Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong.”

Samuel Beckett livre Molloy

Molloy (1951)
Contexte: And truly it little matters what I say, this or that or any other thing. Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong. You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and long forgotten, life without tears, as it is wept.

“Can it be we are not free? It might be worth looking into.”

Samuel Beckett livre Molloy

Molloy (1951)
Contexte: All the things you would do gladly, oh without enthusiasm, but gladly, all the things there seems no reason for your not doing, and that you do not do! Can it be we are not free? It might be worth looking into.

“I played the part, you know, the part of — how shall I say, I don’t know.”

The End (1946)
Contexte: I knew it would soon be the end, so I played the part, you know, the part of — how shall I say, I don’t know.

“Strictly speaking I wasn’t there. Strictly speaking I believe I’ve never been anywhere.”

The End (1946)
Contexte: Normally I didn’t see a great deal. I didn’t hear a great deal either. I didn’t pay attention. Strictly speaking I wasn’t there. Strictly speaking I believe I’ve never been anywhere.

“Nothing is more real than nothing.”

Samuel Beckett livre Malone Dies

Malone Dies (1951), p. 16

“Personally of course I regret everything.”

Samuel Beckett livre Watt

Part I, p. 37
Watt (1943)
Contexte: Personally of course I regret everything. Not a word, not a deed, not a thought, not a need, not a grief, not a joy, not a girl, not a boy, not a doubt, not a trust, not a scorn, not a lust, not a hope, not a fear, not a smile, not a tear, not a name, not a face, no time, no place, that I do not regret, exceedingly. An ordure, from beginning to end.

“I did my best to go in a circle, hoping in this way to go in a straight line.”

Samuel Beckett livre Molloy

Molloy (1951)
Contexte: Having heard, or more probably read somewhere, in the days when I thought I would be well advised to educate myself, or amuse myself, or stupefy myself, or kill time, that when a man in a forest thinks he is going forward in a straight line, in reality he is going in a circle, I did my best to go in a circle, hoping in this way to go in a straight line. For I stopped being half-witted and became sly, whenever I took the trouble … and if I did not go in a rigorously straight line, with my system of going in a circle, at least I did not go in a circle, and that was something.

“By nature I mean here, like the naïvest realist, a composite of perceiver and perceived, not a datum, an experience.”

Samuel Beckett livre Three Dialogues

Also quoted in "Beckett and Failure", in Realism, Issue 5 (June 2011) http://www.hypocritereader.com/5/beckett-and-failure
Three Dialogues (1949)
Contexte: By nature I mean here, like the naïvest realist, a composite of perceiver and perceived, not a datum, an experience. All I wish to suggest is that the tendency and accomplishment of this painting are fundamentally those of previous painting, straining to enlarge the statement of a compromise.

“Let me cry out then, it's said to be good for you. Yes let me cry out, this time, then another time perhaps, then perhaps a last time.”

Samuel Beckett livre Molloy

Molloy (1951)
Contexte: To decompose is to live too, I know, I know, don't torment me, but one sometimes forgets. And of that life too I shall tell you perhaps one day, the day I know that when I thought I knew I was merely existing and that passion without form or stations will have devoured me down to the rotting flesh itself and that when I know that I know nothing, am only crying out as I have always cried out, more or less piercingly, more or less openly. Let me cry out then, it's said to be good for you. Yes let me cry out, this time, then another time perhaps, then perhaps a last time.

“What makes me weep so? From time to time. There is nothing saddening here.”

Samuel Beckett livre L'Innommable

The Unnamable (1954)
Contexte: The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? From time to time. There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.

“I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.”

Samuel Beckett livre Molloy

Molloy (1951)
Contexte: I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows. I was a solid in the midst of other solids.

“Nohow less. Nohow worse. Nohow naught. Nohow on.”

Samuel Beckett livre Worstward Ho

Worstward Ho (1983)
Contexte: Enough. Sudden enough. Sudden all far. No move and sudden all far. All least. Three pins. One pinhole. In dimmost dim. Vasts apart. At bounds of boundless void. Whence no farther. Best worse no farther. Nohow less. Nohow worse. Nohow naught. Nohow on.

“I am such a good man, at bottom, such a good man, how is it that nobody ever noticed it?”

Samuel Beckett livre Malone Dies

Malone Dies (1951)
Contexte: Or I might be able to catch one, a little girl for example, and half strangle her, three quarters, until she promises to give me my stick, give me soup, empty my pots, kiss me, fondle me, smile to me, give me my hat, stay with me, follow the hearse weeping into her handkerchief, that would be nice. I am such a good man, at bottom, such a good man, how is it that nobody ever noticed it?

“They didn’t say in so many words that I was as well as I would ever be, but that was the implication.”

The End (1946)
Contexte: I didn’t feel well, but they told me I was well enough. They didn’t say in so many words that I was as well as I would ever be, but that was the implication.

“Watch wound and buried by the watchmaker, before he died, whose ruined works will one day speak of God, to the worms.”

Samuel Beckett livre Molloy

Molloy (1951)
Contexte: My life, my life, now I speak of it as of something over, now as of a joke which still goes on, and it is neither, for at the same time it is over and it goes on, and is there any tense for that? Watch wound and buried by the watchmaker, before he died, whose ruined works will one day speak of God, to the worms.

“I only see what appears close beside me, what I best see I see ill.”

Samuel Beckett livre L'Innommable

The Unnamable (1954)
Contexte: In order to obtain the optimum view of what takes place in front of me, I should have to lower my eyes a little. But I lower my eyes no more. In a word, I only see what appears close beside me, what I best see I see ill.

“For had I been able to conceive something worse than what I had I would have known no peace until I got it, if I know anything about myself.”

Samuel Beckett livre Molloy

Molloy (1951)
Contexte: Anything worse than what I do, without knowing what, or why, I have never been able to conceive, and that doesn’t surprise me, for I never tried. For had I been able to conceive something worse than what I had I would have known no peace until I got it, if I know anything about myself.

“To decompose is to live too, I know, I know, don't torment me, but one sometimes forgets.”

Samuel Beckett livre Molloy

Molloy (1951)
Contexte: To decompose is to live too, I know, I know, don't torment me, but one sometimes forgets. And of that life too I shall tell you perhaps one day, the day I know that when I thought I knew I was merely existing and that passion without form or stations will have devoured me down to the rotting flesh itself and that when I know that I know nothing, am only crying out as I have always cried out, more or less piercingly, more or less openly. Let me cry out then, it's said to be good for you. Yes let me cry out, this time, then another time perhaps, then perhaps a last time.

“What a joy to know where one is, and where one will stay, without being there. Nothing to do but stretch out comfortably on the rack, in the blissful knowledge you are nobody for all eternity.”

Samuel Beckett livre L'Innommable

The Unnamable (1954)
Contexte: What a joy to know where one is, and where one will stay, without being there. Nothing to do but stretch out comfortably on the rack, in the blissful knowledge you are nobody for all eternity. A pity I should have to give tongue at the same time, it prevents it from bleeding in peace, licking the lips.

“What they were most determined for me to swallow was my fellow creatures. In this they were without mercy.”

Samuel Beckett livre L'Innommable

The Unnamable (1954)
Contexte: What they were most determined for me to swallow was my fellow creatures. In this they were without mercy. I remember little or nothing of these lectures. I cannot have understood a great deal. But I seem to have retained certain descriptions, in spite of myself. They gave me courses on love, on intelligence, most precious, most precious. They also taught me to count, and even to reason. Some of this rubbish has come in handy on occasions, I don’t deny it, on occasions which would never have arisen if they had left me in peace. I use it still, to scratch my arse with.

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