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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

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
Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Deep Love Meaning One Liner
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
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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Cure Earth One Liner
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Artist Mess Task Work
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
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Alive Help Myself Worth
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.
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Born Death Live Myself
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
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
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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Dreams Effect Horrible Myself
Birth was the death of him.
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Born Death Deep Himself One Liner
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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Deep Necessary Silence Word
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
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Habit Life Perspective

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