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Words are the clothes thoughts wear.

Samuel Beckett

Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.
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Best Chance Fire Happiness Myself
My mistakes are my life.
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Life Mistake Myself One Liner
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
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Blind Eyes Fools See
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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End Thankful Yourself
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.
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Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay
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
People are bloody ignorant apes.
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Animal Blood Ignorance People Reality
We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
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Cry Dead Greatness Growth Habit Old Time
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 tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
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Conversation Myself Polite Try
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
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
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
What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Destiny Fate Man Myself
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Habit Life Perspective
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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Dog Habit Himself

Words are the clothes thoughts wear.

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