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My mistakes are my life.

Samuel Beckett

Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.
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Ability Best Life Myself Silence Talk
Birth was the death of him.
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Born Death Deep Himself One Liner
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
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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Change Mistake Myself
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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Alcohol Grudge Whiskey
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Day Death Normal Short Yourself
If I was dead, I wouldn’t know I was dead. That’s the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
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Death Enjoyment Myself
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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End Thankful Yourself
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
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
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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Answer Life Long Question
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
The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
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Greatness Machine Ourselves Time
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
Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Deep Love Meaning One Liner

My mistakes are my life.

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