For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
Vladimir: Did I ever leave you? Estragon: You let me go.
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.
That passed the time. It would have passed in any case. Yes, but not so rapidly.
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.