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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

To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Death Forget Man
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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Beginning End Philosophy Wisdom
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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Answer Life Long Question
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Born Death Live Myself
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
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
Birth was the death of him.
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Born Death Deep Himself One Liner
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
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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Hide Hunt Myself Wait
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
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
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Desert Lonely Love Man
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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Dreams Effect Horrible Myself
Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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Deep Listening Meaning Silence Wisdom Word
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
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Charity Defense
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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Feeling Myself Record
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
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
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.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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Creation Place Time World
In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.
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Head Myself Universe Window
I gave up before birth.
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Born Give Up Myself
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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Cure Earth One Liner
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

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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