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Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.

Samuel Beckett

I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Alive Help Myself Worth
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Desert Lonely Love Man
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
There’s never an end for the sea.
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Deep End One Liner Sea
Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Deep Love Meaning One Liner
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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Hide Hunt Myself Wait
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
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
Better hope deferred than none.
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Better Choice Hope
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Death Forget Man
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 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
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?
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Affection Love Myself Normal Woman
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
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality
There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Head Heart Myself

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