To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
SAMUEL BECKETTYou’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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Birth was the death of him.
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Sometimes I wonder if I’m in my right mind. Then it passes off and I’m as intelligent as ever.
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Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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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.
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If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
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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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The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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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.
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