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Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.

Samuel Beckett

Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
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Dangerous Kill Memories Mindset Thinking Yourself
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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Disgust Love Old Tolerance
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!
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Moments Place Time
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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Beginning End Philosophy Wisdom
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
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Blind Eyes Fools See
Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
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Art Clarity Clear
To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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Change Myself Transformation
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Habit Life Perspective
Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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Deep Listening Meaning Silence Wisdom Word
If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
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Current Death Stand Yourself
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
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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Dog Habit Himself
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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End Thankful Yourself
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
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

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