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Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.

Samuel Beckett

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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay
I use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Meaning Myself Silence Teaching Word Yourself
Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher’s regular, what normal woman wants affection?
SAMUEL BECKETT

Affection Love Myself Normal Woman
In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.
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Head Myself Universe Window
But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!
SAMUEL BECKETT

Moments Place Time
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Death Forget Man
I gave up before birth.
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Born Give Up Myself
We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
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Cry Dead Greatness Growth Habit Old Time
I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
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Kind Mouth Myself Open Thinking Word
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Dance Natural Order Thinking
But 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

End Greatness Light Myself Patience Shadow Shine
Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Home Myself Rain Window Writing
To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Change Myself Transformation
Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Best Chance Fire Happiness Myself
Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Better Failure Inspirational Time Try
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Discrimination Poetry Prayer

Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.

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Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.

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