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Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher’s regular, what normal woman wants affection?

Samuel Beckett

With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Alone Darkness Feeling Myself
Better hope deferred than none.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Better Choice Hope
My mistakes are my life.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Life Mistake Myself One Liner
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Accomplishment Attempt Believe Better Failure Impossible Repeat
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Dog Habit Himself
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Kind Mouth Myself Open Thinking Word
Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Better Failure Inspirational Time Try
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Dangerous Kill Memories Mindset Thinking Yourself
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Change Mistake Myself
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Destruction Escape Important Past Place
All has not been said and never will be.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Talk Voice Word
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Imagination Reality Surface
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Thankful Yourself
Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
SAMUEL BECKETT

Art Clarity Clear
Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Ability Best Life Myself Silence Talk

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