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You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.

Samuel Beckett

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
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Habit Life Perspective
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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Beginning End Philosophy Wisdom
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.
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Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
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Conversation Myself Polite Try
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Death Forget Man
Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Deep Love Meaning One Liner
He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.
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End Enough Forever Wait Wasted Time
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
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Dance Natural Order Thinking
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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Change Myself Transformation
You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.
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Accomplishment Attempt Believe Better Failure Impossible Repeat
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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Answer Life Long Question
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
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.
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Home Myself Rain Window Writing

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