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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

All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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Answer Life Long Question
Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
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Friendship Human Solitude
I gave up before birth.
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Born Give Up Myself
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
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
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Alive Help Myself Worth
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
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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Hide Hunt Myself Wait
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
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality
The essential doesn’t change.
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Change Essence One Liner
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Death Forget Man
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
My mistakes are my life.
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Life Mistake Myself One Liner

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