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To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.

Samuel Beckett

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
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
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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Deep Necessary Silence Word
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
All has not been said and never will be.
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Talk Voice Word
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
People are bloody ignorant apes.
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Animal Blood Ignorance People Reality
Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Deep Love Meaning One Liner
Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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Deep Listening Meaning Silence Wisdom Word
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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Happiness Unknown
There’s never an end for the sea.
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Deep End One Liner Sea
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
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
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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Change Mistake Myself
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
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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End Thankful Yourself

To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.

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