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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.

Samuel Beckett

The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Alcohol Grudge Whiskey
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
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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Clothes Thinking Word
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Alone Darkness Feeling Myself
People are bloody ignorant apes.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Animal Blood Ignorance People Reality
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Day Death Normal Short Yourself
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Habit Life Perspective
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

Affection Love Myself Normal Woman
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
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Comedy Funny Happiness Myself World
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
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Dreams Effect Horrible Myself
The essential doesn’t change.
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Change Essence One Liner
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Greatness Light Myself Patience Shadow Shine
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Death Forget Man
I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Hard Time Mess Myself Silence Stain

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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