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Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.

Samuel Beckett

The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
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
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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Hide Hunt Myself Wait
If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
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Current Death Stand Yourself
Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Fly Greatness Head Image Myself Pursue Trouble Word
If I was dead, I wouldn’t know I was dead. That’s the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
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Death Enjoyment Myself
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Death Forget Man
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
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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Answer Life Long Question
All has not been said and never will be.
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Talk Voice Word
I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
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Hard Time Mess Myself Silence Stain
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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Happiness Unknown
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
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Forget Myself Time
The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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Alcohol Grudge Whiskey
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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Disgust Love Old Tolerance
Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Deep Love Meaning One Liner

Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.

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Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.

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