The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
SAMUEL BECKETTThere’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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People are bloody ignorant apes.
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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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The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.
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All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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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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With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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All has not been said and never will be.
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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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