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Birth was the death of him.

Samuel Beckett

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
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
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Death Forget Man
There’s never an end for the sea.
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Deep End One Liner Sea
What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Destiny Fate Man Myself
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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Disgust Love Old Tolerance
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Fear Invention Myself Question
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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Answer Life Long Question
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
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
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Born Death Live Myself
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Day Death Normal Short Yourself
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Desert Lonely Love Man
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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Happiness Unknown
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
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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Cure Earth One Liner

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