"Waiting for Godot" Quotes

Nothing to be done.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

You're a poet? No? Then what are you?

The essential doesn't change.

Let's go.

We wait. We are bored. No, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it.

We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist?

What do they say? Nothing.

I can't go on like this.

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