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What do we do now, now that we are happy?

Samuel Beckett

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
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Imagination Reality Surface
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
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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Feeling Myself Record
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
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
To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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Change Myself Transformation
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Alive Help Myself Worth
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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End Fly Greatness Head Image Myself Pursue Trouble Word
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
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 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
Better hope deferred than none.
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Better Choice Hope
All has not been said and never will be.
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Talk Voice Word
To restore silence is the role of objects.
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Object Restore Role Silence
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

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