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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

Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
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End Fly Greatness Head Image Myself Pursue Trouble Word
There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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Head Heart Myself
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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End Thankful Yourself
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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Deep Necessary Silence Word
Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Deep Love Meaning One Liner
If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.
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Fear Invention Myself Question
Birth was the death of him.
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Born Death Deep Himself One Liner
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.
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Destruction Escape Important Past Place
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 use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
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Meaning Myself Silence Teaching Word Yourself
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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Dreams Effect Horrible Myself
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Day Death Normal Short Yourself
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 am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Alive Help Myself Worth
There’s never an end for the sea.
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Deep End One Liner Sea

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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