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Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.

Samuel Beckett

Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Dance Natural Order Thinking
The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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Alcohol Grudge Whiskey
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
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Better Failure Inspirational Repeat Try
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
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
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
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
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Love Myself Relationship Yourself
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Discrimination Poetry Prayer
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Artist Mess Task Work
All has not been said and never will be.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Talk Voice Word
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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Deep Necessary Silence Word
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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Disgust Love Old Tolerance
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
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
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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Cure Earth One Liner

Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.

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Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.

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