The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust

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.

To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day?

Yes, I dont know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief.

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

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

My mistakes are my life.