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There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.

Samuel Beckett

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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Born Death Live Myself
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Day Death Normal Short Yourself
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Change Mistake Myself
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Best Chance Fire Happiness Myself
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Alone Darkness Feeling Myself
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Home Myself Rain Window Writing
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Greatness Light Myself Patience Shadow Shine
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Artist Mess Task Work
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Head Myself Universe Window
Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
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Art Clarity Clear
Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
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Friendship Human Solitude
Birth was the death of him.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Born Death Deep Himself One Liner
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
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
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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Creation Place Time World
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
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Dance Natural Order Thinking
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality
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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Intelligence Mindset Myself Right Wonder
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Imagination Reality Surface
There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Head Heart Myself
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Hide Hunt Myself Wait
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
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Better Failure Inspirational Repeat Try
Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher’s regular, what normal woman wants affection?
SAMUEL BECKETT

Affection Love Myself Normal Woman
Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
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Better Failure Inspirational Time Try
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Charity Defense

There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.

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