"We're not beginning to...to...mean something?... To think perhaps it won't all have been for nothing!"

"There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head."

"Forgive me. I said, Forgive me."
"I heard you."

"Do you believe in the life to come?"
"Mine was always that."

"You'll look at the wall a while, then you'll say, I'll close my eyes, perhaps have a little sleep, after that I'll feel better, and you'll close them. And when you open them again there'll be now all anymore. Infinite emptiness will be all around you, all the resurrected dead of all the ages, wouldn't fill it."

"Did you ever have an instant of happiness?"
"Not to my knowledge."

"You weep, and weep, for nothing, so as not to laugh, and little by little... you begin to grieve."

"Use your head, can't you, use your head, you're on earth, there's no cure for that!"

"Sometimes I wonder if I'm in my right mind. Then it passes over and I'm as lucid as before."

"I say to myself- sometimes, Clov, you must learn to suffer better than that if you want them to weary of punishing you- one day. I say to myself- sometimes, Clov, you must be there better than that if you want them to let you go- one day. But I feel too old, and too far, to form new habits. Good, it'll never end, I'll never go. Then one day, suddenly, it ends, it changes. I don't understand, it dies, or it's me, I don't understand that either. I ask the words that remain- sleeping, waking, morning, evening. They have nothing to say. I open the door of the cell and go. I am so bowed I only see my feet, if I open my eyes, and between my legs a little trail of black dust. I say to myself that the earth is extinguished, though I never saw it lit. It's easygoing. When I fall I'll weep for happiness."

"Since that's the way we're playing it...let's play it that way...and speak no more about it...speak no more."

from Endgame by Samuel Beckett