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Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.

Samuel Beckett

We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Cry Dead Greatness Growth Habit Old Time
To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Change Myself Transformation
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
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Charity Defense
I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Hard Time Mess Myself Silence Stain
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
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Dreams Effect Horrible Myself
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
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Answer Life Long Question
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
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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Deep Necessary Silence Word
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality
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

End Fly Greatness Head Image Myself Pursue Trouble Word
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
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Blind Eyes Fools See
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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Feeling Myself Record

Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.

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