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Birth was the death of him.

Samuel Beckett

You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Accomplishment Attempt Believe Better Failure Impossible Repeat
Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.
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Home Myself Rain Window Writing
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!
SAMUEL BECKETT

Moments Place Time
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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Cure Earth One Liner
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
There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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Head Heart Myself
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
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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Disgust Love Old Tolerance
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
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Forget Myself Time
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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Connection Existence Kind Man Spiritual
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Habit Life Perspective
What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Destiny Fate Man Myself
If I was dead, I wouldn’t know I was dead. That’s the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
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Death Enjoyment Myself
The essential doesn’t change.
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Change Essence One Liner
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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Clothes Thinking Word
For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay

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