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Birth was the death of him.

Samuel Beckett

There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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Head Heart Myself
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
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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Alone Darkness Feeling Myself
The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
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Greatness Machine Ourselves Time
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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End Thankful Yourself
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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Creation Place Time World
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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Cure Earth One Liner
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.
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End Greatness Light Myself Patience Shadow Shine
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
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Comedy Funny Happiness Myself World
There is no escape from yesterday because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us. The mood is of no importance. Deformation has taken place.
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Destruction Escape Important Past Place
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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Clothes Thinking Word
Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Deep Love Meaning One Liner
Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
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Friendship Human Solitude
To restore silence is the role of objects.
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Object Restore Role Silence
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
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

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