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Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.

Samuel Beckett

The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Greatness Machine Ourselves Time
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
Sometimes I wonder if I’m in my right mind. Then it passes off and I’m as intelligent as ever.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Intelligence Mindset Myself Right Wonder
What are we doing here, that is the question.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Action Life Question Spiritual
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Imagination Reality Surface
Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Dangerous Kill Memories Mindset Thinking Yourself
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Dance Natural Order Thinking
Do we mean love, when we say love?
SAMUEL BECKETT

Deep Love Meaning 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
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
If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Current Death Stand Yourself
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Charity Defense
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
There’s never an end for the sea.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Deep End One Liner Sea
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Cure Earth One Liner
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

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