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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.

Samuel Beckett

There’s never an end for the sea.
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Deep End One Liner Sea
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
What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Destiny Fate Man Myself
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality
To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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Change Myself Transformation
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
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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Alone Darkness Feeling Myself
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
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
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
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
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Comedy Funny Happiness Myself World
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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Beginning End Philosophy Wisdom
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
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Habit Life Perspective
I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
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Kind Mouth Myself Open Thinking Word
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Alive Help Myself Worth
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
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.
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Home Myself Rain Window Writing
To restore silence is the role of objects.
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Object Restore Role Silence
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
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
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Charity Defense
If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
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Current Death Stand Yourself
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
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Love Myself Relationship Yourself
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

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